Anthony Gregory Gallo : Writing

When We Were Hungry

When We Were Hungry

A Story by Anthony Gregory Gallo


We had a plan to steal old man Henry's new shipment. As I reflect on it now, I'm not even too certain why it was we wanted the shipment. We didn't kno..
As Dead as it Gets

As Dead as it Gets

A Story by Anthony Gregory Gallo


The man was watching the clock. He was counting the seconds and this seemed to cause time to move slower, so he stopped. The short hand was just shy o..
Someone Once Told Me

Someone Once Told Me

A Poem by Anthony Gregory Gallo


Every thing is alive. And I've even heard you can hear the thump thump that proves it. Everything is alive. And I've even heard the concrete makes a c..
On Fathers and Great Storms

On Fathers and Great Storms

A Poem by Anthony Gregory Gallo


I was given the name of my father. Sometimes, I can hear that same name spoken on days like this.When everything white glares and your eyes feel shake..
A Good Song

A Good Song

A Poem by Anthony Gregory Gallo


A good song, like a good woman, should have the ability to cripple you. Even if only for just one wakeful moment before silence: you should be left br..
A Young Man Drowning

A Young Man Drowning

A Poem by Anthony Gregory Gallo


You often times hear stories of a young man falling for the seaAnd often times, he will drown. Lungs flaccid and withered. Often times barnacles will ..
Tin Cans and String

Tin Cans and String

A Poem by Anthony Gregory Gallo


Alright, So It goes like this.
You’re driving on this road that you’ve been on once before.
Some back-way street you can never..