Ohio Poems - Poems about Ohio

under the serpent mound prudent demons (NOT monsters) preserve the nuts and endosperm meant for later day postmen to deliver when the time is all too convincingly ripe...

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May 4, 1970 shots rang out tin soldiers and Nixon’s coming four dead in Ohio ...

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I used to stay inside. Then I burned my finger on the stove. No one lives there anymore. Except me and I forgot the bandages. So I went to the store and never went back home. Anxiety- Keeps me running, and hurting. Traveling long distances. Running, and never as fast as a car. Although it is...

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From blue collar workers tool and dye filling the slots more jobs more job awesome tower city the flats the docks Cleveland rock and roll hall of fame the Browns the beaches no more fake news finally on board with the best of the best Donald Trump wins you know it you’re hired best poet...

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She’d kept the pewter dusted and displayed since 1969. A verdigris had leached out of the urn nevertheless. She had been hard on him, had forgiven little, but felt much closer now. The television became a corner coffin, its screen a penumbra she often spoke to. She had interred it in 1974 after Nixon left office “Disgraceful.” She had said both to his...

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They tumble deceptively onto the fissured asphalt, plaster cracked years flake away where no eye watches. Hollow houses, their boards rotted by the chew and gnaw of tireless winds, old-time burgs, small, forgotten, lost now within a retreating landscape. We used to thrive in a hard-scabble way. We used to be owners of faithful dogs, the daughters of grit-hardened men, sons of backwoods riflemen, blood kin to...

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A fragment of matted stone breaks surface, it is already colonized by moss and fungi factories. Eventually all will churn green spawns to green lawns, not yet of course, ‘yet’ has to wait for the rain and the blood to settle. Stone must be crushed by the weight of circumstance, ...

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Citing cats some immigrants ate Was his weirdest part of debate While this barbecue Could ignite a few It won't make America great He's mired with the syndrome Tourette's The point he should make--Trump forgets! Supporters have pain That his tired dead brain Is consumed by those eating pets...

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Ohio and Kent State were far away from Australia. But like America, the Vietnam war hung like a noose around the collective neck of the Nation. We were fired by a cause, an innocence born out of a belief that a voice could be louder than the gun. Banners and protest choked the commerce of cities, chants rose like prayers to drown out drums. Governments...

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shorts in the morning sweatpants in the evening ohio weather...

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middle of night slight shake a little rumble Ohio earthquake...

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falls weather changes t-shirt and shorts all day long next day a bit cold...

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6 Lines Shored-up wooden boats standing in the mud, braced by boards to stand erect, We vigilant men past sixty, retain our dignity, and point to heaven, with masts securely fixed to the deck. Like a thinning forest of greying painted trees, we are picturesque in a sunset with cawing gulls flying by. Though the tide...

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Where the groundhog has chewed the chain link I slip through a brittle-boned hedge and I am there where geese sail a puddle-deep fog. I taste the sea in its brine-washed ripples. Ohio spates with oceanic currents, the Atlantic gets swept up on gull wings surf pours West for hundreds of high miles, then flops and pools. The sky has fisheyes in it. Between the...

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Today I am in Ohio. My hair glisten in it's hot sun I am wearing one of those dresses you and I would've picked from Target My face is bare I am running in the field in front of my home without shoes It's like the first day we met....

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