machine: rejection / when there is no way back /
there is always / the next map
Category Archives: poetry
Spring Rain: High and Tight Grass Cut
A break from the rain: the neighbors
dragged their push mowers out
in defense of curb appeal
and the high and tight grass cut
so popular in post war diaspora
the retooled farms of yards and slab houses
protected by DTP and the attitude
that defeated the Nazis.
Mick Parsons
I was really pleased when these three poems found a home at Rusty Truck. Please check them out.
The Christ of My Father’s Old Maglight I keep living on in the gradual disconnecting of things leaning towards a faith in the god of the transistor radio the spirit in a tired copy of Neruda the hope resurrected in a rescued copy of Angels in America the christ of my father’s old […]
Mick Parsons