Roads snake, on a tripof their own, we follow themout of a sinkdrain, hopingfor somewhere, wherenowhere is everywhere.In the meat of my fistI crack a thoughtto pieces, then forget itthe old house comes backpearled & intactas it never waspeople still arugingfighting fictionsa one-night standafter Sunday supperdeparatures as arrivalsa gecko on the gas station wallhangs over our exitcornfields splay sidewaysunattended, cloudwork--elsewhere. The road goes throughthe eye, one thin linebecomes a landscape
Diana S. Adams is an Edmonton, Alberta–based writer with work published in a variety
of journals including Fence, Queen Mobs, Boston Review, Drunken Boat, Fogged
Clarity, Poets and Artists, The Laurel Review, Ekleksogaphia and many more. Her
third book of poetry, Hello Ice, was published by BlazeVOX Books. Imported
Poems will soon be released by BlazeVOX Books . Diana has three poems in Best
American Experimental Writing 2016.
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Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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