Kerry Leigh Diminyatz



Not much tread left on these old tires. But somehow this old wreck keeps rolling down the highway towards some undetermined destination. And the small rocks stuck in the tread strike a rhythm, and the worn engine valves tap along like a cheap Hi Hat. Then, every once in a while, when my mind wanders between the white lines on the blacktop, a quartering wind brings a melody in through the broken ... read more

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