Hey Kid, it’s been a while since I’ve been back north. Have the daffodils sprung up yet in the flower beds? Have the magnolias bloomed? Are the puddles expanding outside the window, are your boots tall enough to stomp through them and stay dry up top? Hey Kid, I listened to a Raye song, andContinue reading “Back North”
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The Road Signs to Progress Say:
And the road signs home say: speed limit thirty-five, next turn to Donner Drive, no parking any time. And the glare through the window’s seducing a headache, while the a/c won’t blast air cool enough to keep the sweat from swathing my back across the leather chair. And this concrete wasteland keeps expanding, speed limitContinue reading “The Road Signs to Progress Say:”
Seen a Town, Squeaky Suitcase
That squeaky suitcase has seen a town or two, a weary, well-worn traveler accustomed to the roads and rows of all customs; this stuttery suitcase has strolled through a town or ten,
Jordyn Saelor 