The lion’s share of cars up here
Are being consumed from below:
A bitter ring of rust appears
On the chassis, a reverse halo
Or muzzle that each winter grows
As road
One night, years ago, I was so excited over the books I would someday read I
couldn’t sleep. As a child, the happiest moment of my week was driving home from
the
Marjorie Maddox’s latest, exquisite poetry collection, Transplant, Transport,
Transubstantiation
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the hope, heartbreak, joys, and frustrations of life through the lens of a
shattering event in the