Tag Archives: driving

swirling

Snow becomes something else drifting across a highway in the headlights. (#999) Continue reading

Posted in Poetry, scapes, snow | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Driving the deuce in winter

The deuce runs beside the river from our town to Summerstown joyous in its smooth ups and downs and swiping curves except in winter when the river twists angry black with storms then the deuce grumbles salt slushed caution and … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry, river poems, scapes, snow | Tagged , , , | 1 Comment

moon

we pulse along the black asphalt cutting through black grasping woods silhouetted against a not-black sky the moon lies low alone above through the flickering limbs monstrous global palely grand unchanging mutability stone cold fired by imagination ride above the … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry, scapes | Tagged , , | Leave a comment