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Gregory Ormson’s O-Rings – this is a place for work shaped by breath, motion, land, and listening. My life moves through many forms: writer, drummer and musician, motorcycle rider, teacher, yogi, but the practice between them is singlular and consistent . . . pay attention.

I am keenly interested in the polarities between inclusion and exclusion; and how a human being learns to belong to time, to landscape, to themselves and to the body’s own knowing.

My life and writing travels between northern lakes and desert roads, between discipline and improvisation, between the quiet labor of the page and the hot energy of the open road. Whether I am teaching, turning a sentence, striking a drum or chord, or riding into long weather, I strive to understand life’s coherence in a difficult and demanding time.

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  • The Black Box of America

    First published in Oddball Magazine, November 20, 2024 No one missed that country Men were soft, angry, and violent Life was brutal and unforgiving Pretentious and vacuous Decisions and mutations were cut in candle-lit back rooms, women were victims They grabbed what they wanted Fooled by the same illusion driving men, CONTROL In apocalyptic bunkers

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  • The Black Box of America, a poem by Gregory Ormson

    This poem and image was originally published November 20, 2024 by Oddball Magazine. Editors calling it “a monster piece.” The Black Box of America Few people called a spade a spade before the country went up in flames. -Anon No one missed that country Men were soft, angry, and violent Life was brutal and unforgiving

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  • The Black Box of America

    Poem by Gregory Ormson

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