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
Category Archives: psychogeography
that old dragon again…
This one is from June 2022, on the top of the downhill slide of the season, as Captain Mike Fitzgerald might call it.
I have a relationship with weather… with storms and rain in particular. I last met this old dragon on my botched walkabout in Illinois a few years back. It turned me back. Now I think Im starting to learn her name. Finally.
At the time of posting, it’s windy. The back end of a warm rain front. I’m waking up from on the overnight watch with the dragon for company. She’s hanging around in the form of wind.
that old dragon of a storm
lightening wings an empty belly
rumbling greeted me on the river
all the gossip from down current
carried on a cool wind
Day 10, 2023
It pulls and drags. Currents. Ever since reading about the universe as a clockwork I am obsessed with the tick tock sound the world makes. River currents sweep like the second hand on my grandfather’s pocket watch. Sometimes I count the minutes between barges pushing in and out of the lock, between trains on the 14th Street Bridge. I do this so as not to be dragged under. This far out there are no buoys.