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Scott Parson, dabbler in typestries and fabulations

Meter Readings


A makeshift home for the rhythmic flexation of words, phrases, and the occasional clever neologism, carefully arranged into verse.


Remorse Stored Up in Barns

You find the storehouse of wisdom empty when you finally bother to look.

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owl and barn thumbnail


Pine Barrens

Sometimes futility comes of inattention rather than wilful ignorance.

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Edge of the Cliff


Holding Out for Better Parts

Excuse me . . . that rib was only borrowed.

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Bride of FrankensteinBride of Frankenstein


Barkeep God

Hoping for enlightenment by last call.

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Wind Chime

There’s a sound that follows you.

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Wind ChimeWind Chime


I Lift My Foot

When there is nothing left behind.

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woman on a forest trail


That'll Leave a Mark

Oh my scars and garters.

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Red Heart Carved in Tree


Objectified

Why, yes - as a matter of fact, I do treat you like an object.

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Carriage Ride


Wildest Days

Invitation to a life's walk.

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Man on Forest TrailMan on Forest Trail


Your Years are Precious to Me

Birthdays are no joking matter.

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Cake with 39 candles


Hands Down

All the makings for a knuckle sandwich.

to come . . . 

Gnarly Hands



Meter image by Robert Linder on Unsplash