I took a right off Noroton, past Benny’s… which’ll be gone come next year, past neon lights in a mommy town, where it’s nice to see a little less than perfect once in a while. I swam through the streetlight’s orange glow, saw the station alight, a white knife in the winter air, electro-luminous angels [...]
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A View Driving Down Heights Road
Posted in Douglas Cavers, tagged Doug, Driving, Heights, Poetry on October 11, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Upon Reading Poetry During a Gentle Rainstorm
Posted in Douglas Cavers, tagged Doug, Poetry, Rainstorm on September 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
With Mr. Williams’ Mentor to one ninety-four and the window cracked to wet leaves, drippy gutters, and rustlings in the nest across the driveway, I try to read interestedly, but find that Mr. Keats stumbles as the [...]
