“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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Hanging at the toblako shop with Dan Flore III: A Review of A Tub, A Cigarette, A Blank Stare
Open Arts Press, LLC First Digital Edition openartspress.com Download Dan’s Book Here (Free!) because once I awoke from a nap to discover the bathroom rug on fire I lifted it up with smoke in my face, threw it in the tub and started the water putting out the fire – from “A Tub, A…
Fall is a season on the run
That patchwork of colors is hiding in the hills a bit west of Ashland. I don’t want to give too precise a location, not something that could be found with a global positioning satellite and a bored frat boy with a drone bought to deliver beers based on some reel watched while not paying attention…
Love Poems Disguised as Drinking Poems: A Review of Todd Cirillo’s HAPPY HOUR HEART OF NEW ORLEANS
Roadside Press, 2026 ISBN 979-8-9946833-3-0 BUY HIS BOOK HERE If I had the book with me or the poem memorized I’d recite it for her under the neon Abita beer sign but she has since moved on to Garth Brooks and that is just not conducive to esteemed literature. – from “Fame and Fancy Literature”…
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