Poem of the Week, by Stephen Dunn

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    1. I feel the same way, Nicole. Still do. Me alone in my car, especially when heading out west on those wild stretches of uninhabited highway. And my daughters both have a ritual, whenever they’re home, of taking the car solo late at night and driving around the lakes.


  1. My sacred place was taken from me when I suffered my brain injury. I can no longer have the radio on whilst I drive, I can’t tolerate the distraction.

    My new sacred space is a quiet twilit guestroom in our house when per chance I am completely alone.

    Zen space and the gigantic emptiness of being. My own soothing solace of solitude.


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