no. 3
It’s all waiting
waiting and coffee
counting tugs
watching lines
and coffee
and waiting
at the land between the bridges
as the river disappears
into two horizons
waiting and coffee
conversing with young grackles
over this morning’s coffee
and the sun comes out
to say hello
Category Archives: psychogeography
a gothic
It’s one of those scenes that reminds me of where I’m from:
a half-desiccated deer carcass
(death by hit and run)
partially baptized
in a Southern Indiana winter cornfield
Day 22, 2023
Large gloopy flakes / The Indiana bank erased and redrawn behind slow snow/ Sunday morning in the land between the bridges / new moon and a dirty head / On the shop radio country music / I am turning 50 next month/ I am almost old enough to understand