the hum of the engine hapless soundtrack of the unfamiliar at every turn a new decision – sitting in the cabin no passengers at my side whilst huge barreling mechanical behemoths pass with thunderous aplomb – so proud so steadfast and sure speeding down the pitted mat surpassing me at every turn – dizzying barrage…
Tag: Road
Life on the Low Road
old man spoke with tears in his eyes telling tales of better days about seasons which bled into each other like paint how colors seemed to fade a little each passing year – he remembered his childhood home how he left it went to new york one eve on a departing train refusing to look…
Piecework Prose 