My poem “Driving without Radio” is up at Split Rock Review. And there’s a recording of it, as well. Many thanks to editor Crystal Gibbins for providing a home for this one.
O at the Edges
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very nice. perhaps one of your best.
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Thanks, John. It just tumbled out last year…
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i can see that. music is nice while driving but none is nice as well. on our drives to vegas one way is usually music free. just road noise, the austere desert beauty and some conversation.
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Sometimes I just want to let my thoughts wander in silence, unimpeded.
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indeed. hence, the where have i been the last 10 miles thing.
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Oh, yeah.
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I absolutely love this one. It’s incredible.
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You’re very kind, as always, S. Thank you!
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wow! its beautiful and touching…
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Am very pleased you found it so. Thank you.
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🙂 Have a wonderful weekend.
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You too!
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Thank you 🙂
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A great Thanksgiving poem — I’m grateful for those misfiled memories! I also enjoyed the very slight differences in the poems, spoken and written. Both versions are grand; the text is just a little tighter.
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Thanks, Sunshine. It’s amazing how those memories can just pop to the fore, from nowhere! I recorded the wrong version. The editor preferred the shorter one, but I grabbed and read the wrong one. Oh, well. 🙂
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So, what you’re saying, is that I’m not the only one who skips these grooves, so to speak? The day before yesterday, I was in a misfiled place while driving, and instead of just missing an exit or two on the freeway, as is customary for me, I missed an entire freeway — passed the junction for I-84 E and headed South on I-5, ultimately ending up closer to my starting point than to my destination, and causing my kids to miss an appointment. We’re talking, a 25-mile misfire… My kids think I’m hilarious and not a little bit terrifying, and it’s no wonder that they’re afraid of learning to drive!
Anyhow, I LOVE this piece, and the reassurance it offers that we were made to operate on autopilot exactly so we won’t miss our lost friends’ greetings from the trees. Brilliant.
Congratulations on placing this masterpiece!
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No, no. You are indeed the only one who skips those grooves. The rest of us stumble over them. 🙂 And thank you. I seem to get a lot done while on autopilot. Sometimes. Maybe. Or not.
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Splendid poem … love the “misfiled” reference (a lot of my experiences are not only misfiled but completely unindexed to begin with) … also thoroughly enjoyed listening to you read this.
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Thanks, Jazz. A lot of unindexed memories constantly bounce around my mind, bits and pieces…
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congrats!
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Thank you. It’s always a thrill.
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my pleasure
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Reblogged this on Orthometry.
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Thanks for reblogging.
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You are welcome!
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Excellent. The lines about seeing a departed friend…that has happened to me many a time, and here I thought it was just me. Great reading of the poem.
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I happily accept those visits!
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Reblogged this on Still Another Writer's Blog.
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Thank you!
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You are welcome!
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