My poem “Maps” is live at Riggwelter. Thank you, Amy Kinsman, for taking this piece, which was originally drafted during the August 2016 Tupelo Press 30-30 Challenge. I owe its existence to Ken Gierke, who sponsored the poem and provided the title (which I changed) that sparked this piece.
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Wonderful as always! I’m getting my maps out now…perhaps origami? (and congratulations) (K)
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I prefer maps to GPS, as they offer a sense of direction that a monotone voice does not. I’m also more likely to remember a route from plotting a course on a map, but that may just be me.
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GPS has no sense of direction.
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I prefer maps, as well. I feel at sea when listening to that disembodied voice.
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Mind blowing.
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You’re very kind. Thank you.
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Congrats!
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Thank you, Andrew!
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You’re welcome.
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While I use GPS, my wife sits beside me trusting more in the map in her hand. I definitely mean to try this fold-navigation, the next time we travel.
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I like the idea of fold navigation. I’m told that the best places are found in the creases and at the edges…
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Excellent, Robert. Congratulations!
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Thanks, Merril!
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Delightful read! If I get too tangled up in San Marcos traffic next week, I’ll try folding my directions!
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I may try that, too. No telling where I’ll end up. 🙂
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Congratulations
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and i have zero sense of direction – congrats!
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