whilst driving

she drives a lot. there's always something to criticize, when she's on the road. one: the cat's eyes in the middle are spaced too far apart. they don't help when it's dark. two: the diners are all the same. the food tastes like travel and plastic wrapping, looks like an afterthought. she records these in… Continue reading whilst driving

poetry 101 rehab: odyssey

drive. just drive. the key sticks in the ignition, roughly - engine catches, rumbling to lie. the fuel gage is low. (in this context, e is such a dread letter) the road is familiar, years of traversing it behind me. (the road in front of me is nothing new) the road speeds by under the… Continue reading poetry 101 rehab: odyssey

Daily Prompt: The Cat Says Meow

You know, I get a pretty tough deal out of life. I am ageless, the one thing that has a life spanning centuries. Over the years I get painted and remodelled, lines fading away with wear and tear. I am the road, and this is my life. I began very humbly, a strip of stone… Continue reading Daily Prompt: The Cat Says Meow