Three poems by Jessica Traynor

  Road This old invention: immaculate in morning sunshine, relaxing in the heat like a girl who wants to dance although the night has been long. Guided by the central yin, a car reveals children’s faces – morning daisies shut tight against the last of the frost. A second shared with them; fractured understanding grasped at, let falter. The road in silence is duller, hums … Continue reading Three poems by Jessica Traynor