The Story
Lawrence Bridges
The story
Today
Begins with the wheel
Through snow and
Industrial steel.
I wish I had
The strength
To not love
Sometimes
And just roll
In my tracks
And not hold on
No hands
Until I don’t know
Where you live
Today
Begins with the wheel
Through snow and
Industrial steel.
I wish I had
The strength
To not love
Sometimes
And just roll
In my tracks
And not hold on
No hands
Until I don’t know
Where you live
About the Author
Lawrence Bridges' poetry has appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry, and The Tampa Review. He has published three volumes of poetry: Horses on Drums, Flip Days, and Brownwood with Red Hen Press.
About the Work
"Falling in love begins a journey that sometimes leads through harsh environments. If unrequited, moving on is only possible by forgetting, or as Bob Dylan says, 'I’m sick of love … I wish I’d never met you. I’m sick of love … I’m trying to forget you. Just don’t know what to do. I’d give anything to be with you.'"
About the Author's Process
"I’m a forager. I seek, mischievously and often, in my work, and employ the deliberate use of shock while seeking the truth in human behavior."
Lawrence Bridges' poetry has appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry, and The Tampa Review. He has published three volumes of poetry: Horses on Drums, Flip Days, and Brownwood with Red Hen Press.
About the Work
"Falling in love begins a journey that sometimes leads through harsh environments. If unrequited, moving on is only possible by forgetting, or as Bob Dylan says, 'I’m sick of love … I wish I’d never met you. I’m sick of love … I’m trying to forget you. Just don’t know what to do. I’d give anything to be with you.'"
About the Author's Process
"I’m a forager. I seek, mischievously and often, in my work, and employ the deliberate use of shock while seeking the truth in human behavior."
