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2026, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry

Fall is a season on the run

That patchwork of colors is hiding in the hills a bit west of Ashland.
I don’t want to give too precise a location, not something
that could be found with a global positioning satellite
and a bored frat boy with a drone bought to deliver beers
based on some reel watched
while not paying attention during a psychology lecture. No

it should be left alone to be stumbled upon. Only those
with sufficient imagination will notice and will want to keep it
for themselves, a small poem, a picture they’ll paint later
when no one’s around, a smile while drinking coffee
on a gray morning

caught somewhere between the memory of oranges,
yellows, and reds and the familiar dread
felt before wandering off to the car, towards a line of traffic
traveling towards eight hours where colors
are strictly at the discretion of management.

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2026, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry

Somewhere in the distance

Cicadas sing their late August song
in the sunset and rumor 
of autumn leaves. Somewhere 
in the distance gunfire 
or leftover fireworks 
from some holiday long 
diverged from meaning
to call out the fireflies
for evening watch.
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2026, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry

Which will make you rethink your religion

At some point, you make the fire walk.
No one said it was going to be easy.
You’ll never have
the right shoes
the best circumstances
the perfect weather.

Your shoes will be falling apart and full of holes
that let in every arctic wind
every downpour and puddle.
Your socks will get uncomfortably wet
which will make you rethink
your religion and every decision
that led up to this point of imagining
what toe rot feels like.

There’s always a job, an operation you need,
physical pain you have to make a friend
because it’s easier than being an enemy.
At some point
you will look at your shoes

because it always comes back to your feet
no matter what anyone tells you.
You can lie to your heart, play games with your head
and paint all manner of epic landscapes
but your feet will find a way
to give you pause. Every single time.

Sometimes you get a warning, but mostly
you look up and the fire walk is there
and you can either go through
or turn around.
The important tests are not the ones
where a teacher warns you ahead of time
and lets you use the book

and you won’t know
if your feet will burn
until you tighten your laces
get some shoe goo and fresh insoles
and just go.

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