Unpublished Works of Literature

by Gregg Tyler Milligan, B.A., M.Sc.

 

 

Just in Case

April 24, 2016

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Unus Sed Leo

May 20, 1999

 

"The story itself began as an inspirational thought, a spark of hope that tinged my heart.  As if someone had whispered “write it.” This could not have been possible if it weren’t for another special person in my life, Gregg Tyler Milligan, II (my son).  I would just like to say he was the very inspiration for which the story was written."

 

The Four Hearts

2003

 

"I am hopeful for all of us and believe, although we rise slowly, we still rise, and in doing so, come to realize the brilliant sharpness of our souls. Each passing moment is another chance at refinement and under the creative genius of God, we will entice our compassionate hearts."

 

Canvas

2007

 

"First day of the New Year c.1920, somewhere in a rundown arena that doubled as a brothel.

In one quick sweep of his glove Johnson lands his first blow before the bell. It was a deft movement, breaking Shill’s nose. A bang sounds when Shill’s cut man drops the metal spit bucket followed by a clang of the fourth-round bell.

 

"He’ll never last," screeches Morey, pulling Shill down onto the wooden stool."

 

The Gambit

2004

 

"I don’t know when it all started. I haven’t the strength to remember. I do know it was a lie that ignited the first spark of despair. I also recall they weren’t human in the least."

 

- Passage from "Paradox Ron", a short story by Gregg Tyler Milligan

 

 

 

 

A Home For All Seasons

2004

 

"For Tyler, it was the perfect dwelling. A place of few inhabitants situated neatly in the great woodlands.  Although referred to as ‘Heaven On Earth’ by some and ordinary geographical references by others, he simply called it home. It was a vast hiding place before a

company by the name of Timberbrooke mistook its beauty for profit, but that had come much later. It was a land, rising and falling, with lakes and oak groves, which had

produced a needed refuge for my friend and there was no place like it in the entire world."

 

An Oath of Angels

December 6, 2012

 

"We will know them and they will know us as well. Upon our arrival, there will be a thundering sound of music and much rejoicing."

 

An Oath of Angels - Thai Translation

December 6, 2012

Translation by Khun Pimpat Thanaseelungkool, Pathumthani, Bangkok Thailand

Angels and Kittens {The Meaning of Love Essay}

2011

 

"It was the first night with my new kitten – the first night in what was to become an endless succession of falling in love, for the first time, with something that would love me in return."

 

The Stone Beneath

2003

 

"The streets weren’t always covered in asphalt. There was a time when nothing showed for miles except the blood red cobblestone. I always enjoyed the clippity-clop of the horse-drawn taxis. The man would emerge first, stepping lightly down the small stairs, and then immediately turning with the utmost grace to offer up his hand for the lady. Her white glove would daintily be extended, hovering just above his, and then seem to float downward, until it was palm to palm. This would bring a smile from both parties – and of course me, standing just beyond the curb."

 

My Home

2013

 

"In all of life’s mornings, how joyous I wake then stray through woods where an owl hoots a sweet love song to another in a wistful waiting."

 

What May Come

2013

 

"There are no winning teams. Just a prize. A gift of love and I want everyone to let it in."

 

Selections of Poetry

1998 - 2012

 

"I am only for you. In this place of thorn and briar, I still – from time to time, travel a patch of flowers and within it –I find my rose.

 

I have spent my life waiting and will spend the rest of it listening – for You to say my name."

 

- Passage from "I Am", a poem by Gregg Tyler Milligan

 

Sundown

2013

"The bare hills are white with the last rain.

 

So wet that I cannot see the floor of the woods by the millions of glistening drops now asleep on the soft green grass.

 

There is a cool air that tells me the season is changing and the floor of this innocent forest will greet the first leaves sailing gracefully to rest alongside the rain drops."

 

Who They Are

2013

"Nothing will diminish their path to greatness reaching a severe altitude beyond all reason and irreproachable by thought, emotion, or action to prove the contrary. A distressing self-actualization fulfilled. Success by any means necessary."

 

This Is Thailand

2013

"A gift returned to me a thousand-fold – so much more from these people than I gave to them. Those which still hang onto the hope are like the leaves still clinging to the trees that line the roads, groves, farmland, and tropical forests of this beautiful country. Nothing here withers and dries, but is remade into something useful."

 

RAINN Project: “Attention! People with Bodies” Submission One

June 13, 2013

 

"Dear ‘Right Wrist,’ I know you are only eight-years-old right now and you do not know how to read very well. But I have been meaning to tell you that I did not know a giant fat artery ran down the length of your soft belly. Nope, I did not know, but Mother did. Sometimes I wonder how she knew because she did not seem much smarter than me about things like that. When she drank and the bad things happened, she did not seem very smart or nice at all."

 

RAINN Project: “Attention! People with Bodies” Submission Two

June 16, 2013

 

"Hey! I said . . . Hey"!" My mouth spoke to my brain in no more than a raspy whisper. "You are giving away too many secrets."

 

RAINN Project: " Attention! People With Bodies" Submission Three

June 24, 2013

 

"Dear body, once a long time ago, you were paired with another, in a heavenly grace – a sum much greater than all of our parts together. So I will tell you a story about that time. It all began with our right-hand … well, I should say ‘my’ right-hand and Sam’s left-paw. His body and ours were in their usual position, snuggled as close as we could get to one another. No air or light could pass between us and our bodies so close – only true love."

 

Why I Write

2016

 

"Hearts covered with minute particles; spangles of mica as in the sand, and when the sun shines on them in the form of love, justice, or compassion – it reminds me of why I write, speak, and fight. The water washes away the sands of our lives; but it also makes the golden particles of hope shine brighter."

 

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