Jan. 2005
Mick Parsons
 

Mick Parsons lives and writes in Roselawn, a suburb in the shadow of Cincinnati, Ohio. When he’s not writing, he teaches composition part-time at
several area universities, covertly encouraging student rebellion, and ensuring he will never be hired full time. He also teaches teen poetry workshops and on occassion, and sits at home drinking home brew while talking about "getting out and socializing one of these days."

Mick is currently working to develop and set up The One-Legged Cow, a small press which is slated to launch April 1st, 2005.

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portraiture 

You tell me to celebrate the mutilated world;
but I think we’ve hurt ourselves enough for one day.

Old men sit on bus stop benches and nod a lot because they seem to know.
I hope they do. Otherwise, their heads will
roll off for no reason.

The world mutilated has taken from them,
left their heads nodding for balance.

Meanwhile in the museum:
portraits of long dead forefathers are gawked at
by students who also spit on their elders.
They are seven years old and should know better.