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Some Kind of All American
When this life of mine is over, if it’s been of any worth Royal Oak can lay a claim as the place of my birth, and where my ash is scattered they may choose to put a plaque; the rest … Continue reading
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Tagged America, nationality, patriotism, pride, travel, uncertainty
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Road Going Nowhere
On the south side of the road going nowhere Winter wind letting the chill into my bones Standing tall, as if I don’t care, Acting like I’m supposed to be there As if lost highways had a need to be … Continue reading
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Tagged belonging, highways, loneliness, relationships, roads, travel
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Obviously Lefty Frizzell
I’ve always been obsessed, thematically, with silence, journeys, and the contexts in which real “life-changing” epiphanies occur. It seems to me that one of these places is on the road touring (and it seems to be backed up by what … Continue reading
Posted in Poems, Songs, Statements
Tagged America, epiphany, influences, inspiration, Kris Kristofferson, Lefty Frizzell, nature, songwriting, touring, transportation, travel
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At the far end of the canyon
At the far end of the canyon where the road fades into dust, and the remnants of old wagon trains have dissolved into rust, where the touch of high society has left no lasting mark, and no streetlight marks your … Continue reading
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Tagged companionship, destinations, isolation, nature, roads, travel
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River Road
Down at the end of river road the houses show off concrete knees, with skirts drawn just above the mud that creeps up through the Augustine beginning early June. Some rivers, when they start, seem nothing like their parent ocean’s … Continue reading