Author: ps pirro

• Magic 8 Ball

  I woke this morning unable to see over the horizon, the curvature of the Earth holding me hostage to this hour, this front porch, so…

• Logbook 8.20.25

  Surprise: this post is not a poem. —– Every single person who said we were being hysterical about Trump being an existential threat should be…

• Car Talk

  The neighbors trimmed their trees and piled the carcasses of catalpa and volunteer maple deep along the side of the street, an encroachment into the…

• Blue Laws

  It’s true: I know the aisles of my local Aldi better than I know the banks of the river three blocks from my house, the…

• Before the Deluge

  You’re not wrong, everything everywhere is coming undone, no bright side, no silver lining, nothing to point to on the horizon: there’s your ship, the…

• Yard Work

  It rained every day for a week and then the temperature soared past the century mark and the corn was sweating and the soybeans were…

• Flood Stage

  The day after is not so different, the sun comes up, the trees stand tall against the sky that may be blue or grey or…

• Rubicon

  We watch the night sky for signs of a change in the weather, the gods whisper, do you not know what’s coming? A seismic unease…

• Post Hoc

  In a year this bare patch of soil will be crabgrassed and creeper-vined, the first and the fastest to drop their roots into the rubbled…

• The Opposite of Driftwood

  We went to the river for driftwood, found only the tire tracks of an ATV, Chuck knows a better place but he won’t reveal it,…