Tag Archives: weather

2022, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, psychogeography, river life

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

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2022, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, the no-scape

no.’s 60 thru 63

no. 60

and now a confession:

I have no patience for long
psychological novels

no. 61

on the radio a deep discussion
on the trust bridges of chimpanzees
makes me question
the solvency of moonbeam

no. 62

pondering then these trust bridges
I resort to the bildungsroman
a room full of chimpanzees
writing on a series of abacuses
the next great streaming series

no. 63

What now, then? This painted sky
a detailed anatomy of sighs

the conclusion of interlude

an ellipses

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2022, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry

no. 55

Train whistles and the shop heater clicks
kicking on the barges move even more silent
there is one rat yet left
and here we are
boarded in behind heavy winter doors
there is talk of low water
there is talk of melted snow depending
there is talk and train whistles
and the click of the shop heater

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