“What remains is a poetry of growls and mud.” – Mick Parsons, 2023
I write where I am; this includes the world of work, traveling, and family life. I’m a rubber tramp that’s mostly settled down, a former steamboat engineer, a former educator, and former journalist. I’ve worked in factories and in warehouses and offices all over the country. My poetry is my ongoing effort to dig deeper and explore this collective and personal experience called being human.
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Towards Towhead Island
back in the fireboxcalliope notes riding the breezethese mental mooring linesunknotthe boilers sings its fire songthe paddlewheel rolling us upriveragainst the currenttowards Towhead Islandto turnaround and return[from Field Notes]
They will call this
Someday they will
Hang on, it’ll be alright
One of the things I’ve relearned lately is that I am just one of God’s happy wanderers. The current goes where it goes. from Field Journal. [The Tao of Mick]
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