Bio

Ron Scully is a very retired bookseller living in the Pacific Northwest. After half a lifetime on the road, an authentic Willy Loman only funnier he has settled down to read and write. He practices haikai Dailey and has published widely in short form journals.
His latest chapbooks are The Roundhouse Clock by Yavanika Press and Between the Lines published by Alien Buddha.
Currently he is working on a play. Otherwise, his grandkids stave off his dotage.

The Wambec Knitting Mills whistles
as a red tailed hawk
so empties
the sky.
Clouds
take
flight,
leaves
hang on
for dear life,
shadows run and hide.
It is a raspy smokey screech
wrapped in a lifetime smoker's cough,
a steely whistle
that creases
the spine
and
all
the
town
lets down.
2 o'clock.
The girls on the line
punch out on the dot, sharply, and
hurry home to beat the busses.
The Amoskeag Dam's
whitewater
rapids
let
loose
school
kids
whitecaps,
gurgley
chappy laughter, Its
Merrimack River's mothers hours!!!