“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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Which will make you rethink your religion
At some point, you make the fire walk. No one said it was going to be easy. You’ll never have the right shoes the best circumstances the perfect weather. Your shoes will be falling apart and full of holes that let in every arctic wind every downpour and puddle. Your socks will get uncomfortably wet…
Beautiful Flowers, Old Trees – A short essay on change
The backyard is perpetually an overgrown mess. It just is. I have good intentions and we have, in years past, had a pretty decent and thriving garden. Our backyard in the tight little neighborhood where me and my wife live is ringed on two sides by large maple and oak trees: one of which…
A review of NYC, medium dark, with room
2 days in this city & I cannot find myself though I suspect that’s the point; but I am beginning to understand that might be the appeal especially when there is no self to find. – from field notes, 7.18.26
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