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.

  1. 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!

  2. Lynn don’t you love when a poem says what you weren’t able to say?

  3. 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?

  4. Lovely

  5. Oh, another Rose classic! 🙂 Thank you!

  6. Thanks Debbie! I love The Year of No Fighting — and it’s wonderful how a new link can reintroduce the existing poem.

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