Creatures

By Greg Hill

A collection of poems by poet and critic Greg Hill exploring the intersections between poetry and the living world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781326018641

Greg Hill

Greg Hill took his first sales job in 1978. He has been involved in sales or sales management ever since. He has held positions as an employee, a consultant, a sales manager, an independent contractor, a small business owner, and the owner and president of his own consulting firm. He has worked both on a national level and a local level selling to consumers, local business owners, and national and multinational corporations. Besides being a salesperson himself, he has hired, trained, motivated, and fired salespeople for thirty years. Greg has been on every level of the management team from low level management to Vice President of Sales. He knows salespeople and the world of sales. Greg’s resume includes being an account executive for Wieder Enterprises (Muscle & Fitness, Shape and Flex magazines) 1982 - 1983, and The Western Sales Manager for FIT Magazine (Fit, Runner’s World and Strength Training for Beauty magazines) 1983 – 1984.In November of 1984, he founded The Gregory Hill Company. His clients and positions in their organizations included being a Direct Response Consultant, Vice President of Win Management, a consultant for Buy By Video (a Sub-division of TBC Corporation), and President of Palmer Associates, a magazine rep firm created with Woman’s Sports & Fitness to sell advertising on the West Coast. From 1988 to 1994 he worked in the Yellow Page industry where he was the top representative for GTE Corporation. From 1994 to 2000, Greg became the owner of a small business Politically Incorrect Tobacco & Gifts. After closing his shop, Greg then went to work as the National Sales Manager for 411Web until 2003. In 2003 he again went into business for himself by founding the corporation and consulting firm Greg Media.Today Greg is both a consultant and Vice President of Sales for his major client Planet Online. His responsibilities include market penetration for all of Planet Online’s products (web hosting, website creation and development, an Internet service provider, a cost comparative search engine, and both VOIP and Competitive Local Exchange Carrier phone service), hiring and training of salespeople, acquisition and maintenance of key accounts, advertising, and marketing strategies. As part of the senior staff at Planet Online, he has been involved in or asked to consult on all the major decisions made by the company since 2006 and have been part of the day-to-day decisions that are necessary to keep the company running. Greg is also doing sales and marketing consulting for numerous other corporations. His team analyzes the current sales effort, helps train the existing sales force, and suggests new marketing strategies. He has assisted many organizations in reaching their true potential and sales goals.

Book preview

Creatures

CREATURES

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Greg Hill

Creatures

All creaturely things:

Warm, sentient,

Cold, slow;

Plants growing,

Roads running,

Rivers flowing,

Places that sing.

Poems © Greg Hill

ISBN: 978-1-326-01398-1

First Published 2014

Nant Publications

www.nantpublications.wordpress.com

Also published as an e-book

Some poems previously published

in the following magazines:

Planet

New Welsh review

Poetry Wales

Scintilla

and online at: www.greghillpoetry.org.uk

Cover illustration: ‘Water Mother’ - a sculpture by

Fidelma Massey : www.irishsculpture.com

Water Mother

A flow of bronze, her fluid hair streaming

from the well-head of her thoughts of water,

fishes gliding on the waves she dreams

into being rippling out to swim

around her open heart. Below, the spreading

dolphin-tail of her head is echoed

like an image swelling in a liquid mirror

as she sits, eyes shut,  one leg folded

behind the other, her litheness broadening

to the delta where the ebb tides of her elemental

life fall in ripples down to skirt her knees:

the fountain's flume reflected in its pool.

In her cradling hands a lunar glow,

her pivot in the cosmic ebb and flow.

Yew -Llanfihangel Genau’r Glyn

The arils lie scattered where they have fallen

Among the ivy leaves and the dull mat

Of needles shed in layers of time.

They are lip-stick red against the russet

Shades of October, little cups of nectar

With seeds that are poison. Even so

The birds peck them in, then they are soon

Sown to quicken between the gravestones

Of the long dead laid out beneath them.

How old is the tree? Three boles rise

From the mound where the writhen tangle

Of a single rootball has grown, they say,

For two-thousand seasons: one tree then

Foreboding the dead it feeds upon and

Extending their brief lives by itself endlessly

Renewing from the same stock, the same

Double-helix winding out into the air

Dropping red arils from evergreen boughs.

Geese on the Mawddach

There were eight or nine of them in the air

Honking