Richard Hartwell

Editor back-issues, poetry

HitchhikerI’d seen him an hour or so earlier,outside of Medford, before therain set in, and I’d hunkered downat a truck stop to ease the dizzinessin my mind and the queasiness of anempty stomach, too many cigarettes. Must have gotten a ride soon, thenpassed me when I was off the road.Here he was once again; suede coatnow soaked to a seal-skin sheen.His…

This content is for Friends of Burningword 3-Day Pass, Friends of Burningword 3-Month Subscription, Friends of Burningword Annual Subscription and Basic Member members.
Log In Register