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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proclamation of a young poet, now forgotten
     
If I am to die, it must be with a good book in my coat pocket and
a pencil clenched in my teeth. The lead must be very sharp—enough
to fall on, if they withhold from me my death.

The book must be filled with solid words; the images hard
and dimensional; each syllable strong as the stones in the hands of the mob jury.
Maybe Borges, Lorca, or Whitman. Maybe I’ll have the crumpled copy of a Marquez short story—one I would write again from the years of re-reading and telling it to myself
to pass the time.

Preparing for final judgment.