A Valorous Gift

I bear the hero’s name
With a courageous smile
And the same bright eyes
Of his smoke-filled youth


Meet Poet: William Wright, Jr.

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William Wright, Jr.

William Wright, Jr. is a student from San Diego, California who wields a great passion for language and poetry. He was sixteen years old when he first fell in love with the art form and ever since, he has not deferred from its path. Writing has helped him when he was uncertain of his role in life. The craft brought him comfort when his fears were so immense and they seemed impossible to overcome. To this day he remains committed to writing at least one poem a day, every day, no exceptions. It is a practice that continues to serve him well.

Wright’s poetry was recently compared  to reading  a modern version of a collection of works by Edgar Allan Poe by Readers’ Favorite reviewer Erin Nicole Cochran. Erin states “This is brilliance in words. If there ever was a book that made me…

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When the Veils Have Fallen

When will I reel back the curtains
To reveal, this lost and dismal glare
Trailing off into the noon’s
Tender, yet chiding embrace?

I only bear my stripes as a flash in the void
A phenomena journeying
Beyond all view

Living on the charity of dusk
I’m at my bravest,
When the veils have fallen
Over those who inquire

Five Star Readers’ Favorite Review “The Slums of Nightfall”

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Book Review

William Wright Jr.’s The Slums of Nightfall reads like a modern version of a collection of works by Edgar Allan Poe, but not by any means in a cheap, knockoff sort of way. This is brilliance in words. If there ever was a book that made me feel like Edgar Allan Poe was still alive and with us today, it would be this book. Perhaps the author is even the reincarnation, we’ll never know for sure, but it is wonderful to think about. Although the poetry is dark, one might think it would start to become repetitive, but each poem has a way of treating depressive situations and turning these into something that is not monotonous by any means, but is new again to us. The poems immerse you, cover you up like a blanket, nearly hypnotic.

5star-shiny-hr-rajaI fell in love with William Wright Jr.’s The Slums of…

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The Isle of Marshes

If only I would budge from the marshes
From the haze of this region
For the rest of my days

I curse the hour I was swept astray
On the tide of my enemies
Babbling and slurring
All their innermost battles

Many worried vessels
Have taken to the deep
And I’ve turned them away
At every draft of betrayal

I’m encircled by grief
For an eternity of seeking
My one true passage
Into clarity again

The Infamy of Her Ghost

I’ve witnessed her silhouette
On the far edge of a dream
Cloaked in her infamy
As my coveted ghost

She’s near in the light of day
With her kindred schemes
Hovering in wait
For me to speak her name

Which vessel bears the honor
Of her restless mind?
Her radiant songs
That yearn on repeat?