Sunday, January 24, 2021

Driving, by Chris Johnson

          after John Newlove


how lonely & lovely.

car wheels on a
Ontario highway & 

the hills ahead
shrouded in clouds. 

rain is on the route,
with views of rocks 

constant creeks, trees.
home is a cold 

beer & warm fire,
a familiar smile that asks 

“how was the drive?”

 

 

 

Chris Johnson (he/they) was born and raised in Scarborough, and they currently live in Ottawa, the unceded territory of the Algonquin Anishinabeg Nation. He is the Managing Editor for Arc Poetry Magazine, and his previous chapbooks include Listen, Partisan! (Frog Hollow Press, 2016) and Gravenhurst (above/ground press, 2019). @ceeeejohnson 

Photo credit: Nicolai Gregory

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