Poem: Mark J. Mitchell


Wild parrot
escaping his home hill
leaving flocks behind
looking for his name.

Wild parrot
poison green and still
on a steeple waiting chimes
that might speak his name.

Wild parrot
restless on a windowsill
reflected trapped in time
repeating your name.


Mark J. Mitchell was born in Chicago and grew up in southern California. His latest poetry collection, Starting from Tu Fu will published by Encircle Publications shortly.

He is very fond of baseball, Miles Davis, Kafka and Dante. He lives in San Francisco with his wife, the activist and documentarian, Joan Juster where he makes his meager living pointing out pretty things. 

He has published 2 novels and three chapbooks and two full length collections so far. Titles on request.

A meager online presence can be found at 


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