Category Archives: Autumn

2023, Autumn, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, the no-scape

outside the city-wide hangover, even the haunted houses are closed

The only loud music I like is on my radio.
Content to be my own throwback
soak in quiet downtown streets
through my rolled down drivers window.
This ain’t no American Graffitti moment –
the streets stink of old shit from dry septic pipes.
We no longer count the days without rain
but still expect miracles.

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2023, Autumn, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, river life, the no-scape, Working Class Literature

Autumn 2023, no. 25

Autumn Equinox

follow then these murmurations of water
the heron sits waits for the appropriate motion
underneath the sun sinks faster
in these days it burns brighter
unafraid of winter

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2023, Autumn, Haiku, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, river life, the no-scape, Working Class Literature

Autumn 2023, no. 24

(that haiku the Mate said I should write)

sunset aft ‘gain
one passenger calls it
beautiful

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