The Maine
An artful dialogue about the wonders of the state.

Tag: driving

Fields Of Gold

photograph and haiku by Kristen Lindquist Field of buttercups– for this I slowed my car, calmed my racing thoughts.


poem by Dave Morrison In my rearview the glass company truck creeps up on my ass, the driver playing air-drums to some rock song with lots of cymbal crashes, and I begin to imagine the driver getting so into the drum solo that he stomps the brake imagining it to be a kick drum pedal, […]

Like Living In A Snow Globe

text and haiku by Kristen Lindquist Light snow falling this morning, enough that my brakes didn’t quite catch at that first stop sign on my way to work. Fortunately, the powdered streets were quiet, a held breath. One lesson of snow: control is an illusion. Breathe in that cold air.

Dodging Swallowtails

haiku and text by Kristen Lindquist Route 52 was a corridor of butterflies today–all along Megunticook Lake, swallowtails rose up before my car, then fluttered away in my wake. My car felt like a large, unwieldy instrument of destruction around such fragile bits of life. Between lake, mountain I try to dodge butterflies in my […]

Dirt Roads

text and haiku by Kristen Lindquist This past weekend up at Baxter my husband and I were talking about how one of the reasons mountains are such sacred spaces is because they have the power to create their own weather. As I was driving down the long, winding dirt road to my sister and brother-in-law’s […]

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