Breaking
Breaking
Poem by Rose Auslander
Artwork by Stephen E Mead
When did we become
cars? Knowing that if we
slow down if we
touch it will
crush us.
6 Responses “Breaking” →
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Lynn Stanton
May 15, 2010
When I viewed “David’s Drive” the first time, the words that went through my mind were, “David is contiguous with his car. He doesn’t exist on his own.” The poem “Breaking” captured it better, more succinctly. Bravo!
jessiecarty
May 15, 2010
Lynn don’t you love when a poem says what you weren’t able to say?
rausland
May 18, 2010
Lynn, I just saw this response — thanks so much! Isn’t it amazing how a visual work can speak, in a way that we all can hear?
joel peckham
October 8, 2010
Lovely
Debbie
April 27, 2011
Oh, another Rose classic!
Thank you!
rausland
April 27, 2011
Thanks Debbie! I love The Year of No Fighting — and it’s wonderful how a new link can reintroduce the existing poem.