2025, Haiku, Ohio River Valley Literature, river life

a broken haiku for abandoned toys

loved and abandoned
stuffed animals on a wharf bench
a childhood gone

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2023, Days, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, river life, the no-scape, waterfront, Working Class Literature

Day 128, 2023

(post-Derby)

after the storm, the city swept clean
the old homeless man with crocodile tears
bares his teeth, hisses, then digs through
trash cans on the wharf

storm passing by ey mick
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2023, Louisville Stories, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, river life, the no-scape, waterfront, winter

Day 37, 2023 – no. 2

[just another broken machine washed up on the wharf when the water went back down]


Between speaking on the magic of the sun and how it’s often abused she asked to borrow my lighter. So I gave her a box of matches, told her to keep it I have more. After her 3 tries I lit her cigarette for her watching her hands tremble her fingers red fingernails chewed down below the quick then

stop relieved as she took a drag then closed her eyes … like remembering what it is to be human.

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