Tag Archives: Road Trips

{comma, and}

, and then she’s running down the middle of the road in her bare feet in the rain, and the sky is cracking open and calling her name in a language she sudden -ly understands. And her hands are wrapped … Continue reading

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There and Back Again

.. This poem is ….(light) -headed to the moon to the corner to the ends of the earth. She’s putting the pedal to the metal and her nose to the grind and her head in the clouds. She’s got a … Continue reading

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Blue Jean Sky

{after the storm} Alanis is on the radio, and oh, we’ve got some miles to go and some old back roads to get to know with the scent of spent rain fresh on our skin. We’ll begin at this corner … Continue reading

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of roads and rage

… hit the road, jack -al, …………scoundrel, …………………….swindling soul. flee this broken place until all that’s left is a speeding car, ………………………..a vanishing of …………………………………….(stars) ……………………………………………..tar.   .. twiglet #114.       

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Cobbled in Ink and Indigo Sky

.. How many miles has she walked now (barefoot, backwards, both ways), how many days until the next rest -stop? These feet are fueled by quiet psalm and howling prayer, dared to keep going by a sinking sun. She’s shed … Continue reading

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Sticky Vinyl

.. Miles and miles and miles and miles and miles to go in a hungry deep green Ford Gran Torino and Are We There Yet and She’s on My Side and a board on the floor so we can both … Continue reading

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Pulling, Over

.. They’re only about halfway to Heaven when they realize the trans -mission’s broken, and neither of them has spoken for a couple hundred miles. When steam and ex -pletives come streaming out in equal measure, she begs the graying … Continue reading

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