Category Archives: Days

2026, Days, Ohio River Valley Literature, the no-scape

obsessed with the tired formality of trees

centuries standing down the ridge / them that are left after tornadoes and fire and heavy snow / some wavering the wind the way / tired old soldiers might / after seeing too much fallen timber / towards the creek that some say / leads to a heaven of endless arteries / guarded by eternal sycamores

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Mick Parsons
Mick Parsons
@rivercitymick

Poet. Essayist. Fictioner. Steamboat fireman. Bit of a grackle.

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2025, Days, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry

Days 2025: Spring (87)

The river is diesel soot dream
it fills the cracks and crannies
erases fingerprints, makes you
a non-person to the counting
of electronic time clocks.

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2025, Days, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, river life, sonnet

Days 2025: Spring Equinox

we must trust in the knowing of daffodils
and in the songs of returning birds perched
in trees along the wharf, singing regardless
of the grumblings of tired old men, regardless
of urban noise and the rumbling interstate traffic

we must trust in the slightest hint of non-arctic air
underneath the chill, the half-scent of spring in the rain
the need to remind ourselves
the sump pit needs draining and the dogs
tracking in mud from the back fence

where they go to bark at the neighbor’s adult son
hiding and playing with axes, imagining
that the end of the world
will be his time to shine like an equinox sun.

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