The Glove Compartment - by
After her stroke, hers was the first to go.
/ It sat for two years in their garage, though,
/ All through the months…
cars
The Rafa-Gaza Road 1918 - by
I am looking, as you are, through Henry Wade
/ his eyes, his lens: the Rafa-Gaza road
/ aching towards a sky perhaps grey,…
October Running - by
A Small Car’s Day
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/ The Highland Road’s been sung before and will be sung again,
/ So long as bards give thanks for…