the road
marika bianca

I was especially struck by the line, “trading love for wrath.”

When “This Road” came to me last week, I was extremely upset by the feeling of trudging forward and being buffeted by the mean sweep of negativity swirling in at the sides, as if moving forward was something wrong. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about paths taken.

Your poem felt very personal to me at first, reminding me of the intimacy of a marriage. When I reread it, I saw the terrain of world politics. It’s cool to find layers in something so deceptively small.

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