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Daily Deviation
February 5, 2013
Just another day by =StormBringer23 is a well-written insider perspective to
an industry we seldom give much thought.
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Twenty: I'm afraid I'm growing old
i.
Coupons and sales magazines
have become more than just junk mail
and the holes in my pants
seem more patchable
and I wonder just how much
my sparse jewelry would fetch
if I said I saw the face of Jesus
in the glimmer of my pearls.
ii.
I am beginning to miss the sea I grew up on
so much that I will read bad poetry
just for the mention of a salty ocean breeze.
I feel landlocked and sometimes I'm afraid
that I will never see the world
until I have retired from it.
iii.
Faith says her life is full of asking.
I wish mine were full of answers,
but I too have many questions
and only Time will answer them for me.
iv.
My mothe
Literature
the day we died
It started when space imploded
you pulled me back, landed me on the moon,
so we could sit in the vacuum silence
and watch suns spiral down to hell.
You radiated, my minuscule flare,
your worn heat baked my bones brittle,
but it somehow made me stronger.
-
It ended when your eyes slid lateral,
fractured feelings leaking out in tears;
it was the first and last thing
I ever saw again.
This ridiculous happenstance,
simple in its impossibility,
was what broke us apart:
While solar light is beautiful,
it blinds when reflected by
automobile metal.
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A Pocket Full of Sky
When I was young, my father would take me to the highest tower of Notre Dame precisely once a year. It would be cold. Freezing. But we'd stand there, and take deep breaths of air, and peer down, towards the tiny ants of people below. Down, towards the sprawling city beneath us. It was always winter, when we'd go. Always cold. Freezing, freezing. But however cold it was, and however dull and bleary the weather, my father would ask one thing, and one thing only: that we adhered to tradition.
"Lucie," he would say, with the fond smile and kind eyes I always remember. "Lucie, my peach. Whatever you become, and wherever your heart and mind leads
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This is a true story, it happened yesterday. The driver's name is Harold, and I am his dispatcher.
Published: StarTribune August 3, 2011
Reprinted: Jalopnik.com August 5 2011
Radio interview NPR Talk of the Nation August 25, 2011
Reprinted: Land Line Magazine October 2011 edition
Reprinted: Today's Trucking Magazine September 2011 edition
Reprinted: Gobytrucknews.com January 4, 2014
Published: StarTribune August 3, 2011
Reprinted: Jalopnik.com August 5 2011
Radio interview NPR Talk of the Nation August 25, 2011
Reprinted: Land Line Magazine October 2011 edition
Reprinted: Today's Trucking Magazine September 2011 edition
Reprinted: Gobytrucknews.com January 4, 2014
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I didn't realise there is such a small profit margin. I rarely think of the truck driver and their lives, I'm too obsessed with getting where I'm going. Shizzzz...