One of the things I’ve relearned lately is that I am just one of God’s happy wanderers. The current goes where it goes.
from Field Journal. [The Tao of Mick]
Category Archives: Poet’s Life
Something like a literary tradition
I feel like a word drunk boxer
not wrung out, not yet
standing on the corner
in the river town setting sun.
All my favorite poets
carry a pugilist’s soul
and I am grateful
mine is too.
[Daybook 2026 // Spring 4.10.26]
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Mick Parsons
Poet. Essayist. Fictioner. Steamboat fireman. Bit of a grackle.
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slowly, mysteries remembered
two haiku and a tanka
13.
morning thunderstorms
and cold rain; open windows
hot coffee brewing
3.28.26
14.
I need these days
quiet, among family, the dogs
to rest, remember
3.29.26
[a tanka the day before visiting Rose Ridge]
a short trip east
to the mountains, ancient rocks
on which are written
earth’s histories erased
slowly, mysteries remembered
[Day book 2026// Spring 3.27-29.26]
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Mick Parsons
Poet. Essayist. Fictioner. Steamboat fireman. Bit of a grackle.
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