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 a 1986 Chevrolet Custom Deluxe 10 in West Texas. Also a pair of 1997 Volvo 850 wagons. Average age in the fleet is 28 years--we're recycling. I've published 3 novels: THE LAW OF DREAMS (2006), THE O'BRIENS (2012), and CARRY ME (2016). Also 2 short story collections: NIGHT DRIVING(1987) and TRAVELLING LIGHT (2013). More of my literary life is at www.peterbehrens.org I was a Fellow at the Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study for 2012-13. I'm an adjunct professor at Colorado College and in the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. In 2015-16 I was a Fellow at Harvard University's Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. The Autoliterate office is in Car Talk Plaza in Harvard Square, 2 floors above Dewey Cheatem & Howe. SUBSCRIBE TO THE AUTOLITERATE DAILY EMAIL by hitting the button to the right.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Blood in Our Headlights, Car Wrecked, the Boar Dead

                                            ©2013 JoAnn Verburg

Blood in Our Headlights, Car Wrecked, the Boar Dead


Out of the darkness, men come with knives.
      They work quickly,
muttering back and forth.
     By the time the police arrive,
the boar is gone. The foreigners,
     each one of us, stand around
the wrecked car,
     everyone still alive.
     And then
the moment becomes a story,
     cut open as completely as the boar had been,
all of us making use of it
     in whatever ways we need
until our lives and the names
     we were given never to let go of,
go.
     And even laughter and even our fears:
gone,
     along with the boar and our bewilderment,
traceless now inside the unending sound
     of crickets, the brown dust
soaked in blood.

                                                                          -JIM MOORE

                                                                   © 2013 Jim Moore

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