Yes, the road.

Yes, the road.
Eagle Nest, New Mexico. “People like to drive because driving is actually and symbolically an almost perfect mechanism for escape…there is probably no human being who does not have troubles, real or imagined, from which he at times feels the need to flee.” George R. Stewart.


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We own a 1975 GMC Sierra Grande 15 in Maine and an '86 Chevrolet Custom Deluxe 10 in West Texas. Also a pair of '97 Volvo 850 wagons. Average age in the fleet is 26 years--we're recycling. I've published 2 novels: THE LAW OF DREAMS (2006), and THE O'BRIENS (2012), and 2 collections of stories NIGHT DRIVING (1987), and TRAVELLING LIGHT (2013). Novel # 3, KARIN, will be out from Pantheon (US) and House of Anansi (Canada) in March 2016. More of my book stuff at I was a Fellow at the Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study for 2012-13. I've been teaching at Colorado College, Wichita State, and in the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. SUBSCRIBE TO THE AUTOLITERATE DAILY EMAIL by hitting the button to the right. It's free. Never an ad, never a sales pitch.

Friday, March 27, 2015

Cold Blue March, East End, Portland Maine (1)

1948(?) International KB-12

from Evan Ryan: "...taken at the Gold King Abandoned Mining Town near Jerome AZ. It's a big junkyard/themepark run by a guy who looks like miner-meets-santa claus. He collects and restores old cars and trucks, the place was littered with them."-ER 

Guido Golüke: Mailboxes in Maine

                                                                                                            ©Guido Golüke 2015

350/4-Speed: 1967 Chevrolet El Camino

 It was a great year for El Caminos. This car's for sale in AZ; you can find out more at B-A-T. Looks pretty cool to me though I'd probably lose the billet steering wheel. That's a crate 350. I want this one.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Kate Northrop poem: In the Old Army Navy

In the Old Army Navy

                                                (now that David’s dead)

The elevator, “claptrap” he’d said,
was right at the back of the jacket aisle. 
A clerk took us up—

Swung the door open, stood where it soared, the old gym
qua tent room, white and stripped
into us: the high windows
waved and stained, the bleachers
bright and dusty, like large sun-lit rocks.
Holding hands, we could see

dozens of tents (dark red, orange, one emerald)
had been arranged around the room, fluttering
in the fans a little

but holding on, like aspens.


The clerk cleared her throat.  You can go in.

She sneezed into her sleeve,
then we were climbing in the tents like children,
on our hands and knees.

Across the room I could hear
owl-sounds he was making. A little touched, goofy,
they spread out in the air there.

                                                                                     --Kate Northrop  
In the Old Army Navy first appeared 

Basque sheep country and Planet X Pottery: Northern Nevada

from Michael Moore, in northern Nevada desert:
"Brent Espil's sheep coming over the hill across highway 447 from Planet X Pottery's vehicles in remission...eight miles out of Gerlach, Nevada, one could say..." -MSM

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Three-deckah, East End, Portland Maine

3-deckahs do come in all shapes and sizes, and a half hour's walk around #Portland's eastern neighborhoods--East End, Munjoy Hill, Eastern Promenade--offers all kinds of them. This is about the plainest form of the style. Some examples from up on the Hill...