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2026, Days, Ohio River Valley Literature, the no-scape

obsessed with the tired formality of trees

centuries standing down the ridge / them that are left after tornadoes and fire and heavy snow / some wavering the wind the way / tired old soldiers might / after seeing too much fallen timber / towards the creek that some say / leads to a heaven of endless arteries / guarded by eternal sycamores

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Mick Parsons
Mick Parsons
@rivercitymick

Poet. Essayist. Fictioner. Steamboat fireman. Bit of a grackle.

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2026, Day Book, Ohio River Valley Literature, Poet's Life, poetry, prose, the no-scape, winter

Daybook 2026 // Winter 1.30.26

This is the time of seeds. Of waiting and taking nourishment. There is order to the seasons. The bones know spring is coming even if the view doesn’t quite reflect it. Winter sun on the thin ravaged skin of snow and ice, dug out and dug in, still blinds. We squint, each day a brand new rapture and begin again. And again. And. Again. The roots that grow tickle and ache, an impossible to ignore arthritis. Let us then celebrate the death and life and death, make snow cream, see the muddy tracks we leave through the yard, and live. Because there is no other option. Must.

must
must
must
these aches
must
must
must
sing sing
sing sing
sing sing
must must
must again
and again
and again
must again
and 
sing
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2024, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry

2 poems on problems associated with time keeping

time keeping devices in the space after clocks are forgotten

track moments and days, flotsam that they are
by coffee cups and spoons
beneath a tireless moon

time keeping in a dreamless age

a break in the rain
irrelevant to the city’s undreaming

the wharf sits shivering, baptized
covered in its blanket of shade and noise

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