A technical term, the aviator’s term, for what the sky holds, it could, today, be a […] Broken Clouds, Moline Airport by Ted LardnerJanuary 14, 2014 in Poetry tagged Ted Lardner by Ryan Gunn
A car rolls in from the highway and stops. The engine cuts off. The headlights darken. […] Outside North Platte, Nebraska, Sick for Home by Ted LardnerJanuary 14, 2014 in Poetry tagged Ted Lardner by Ryan Gunn
We were driving down from Woods Landing in the mountains. We came up behind a truck that […] What This World Is, Is by Ted LardnerJanuary 14, 2014 in Poetry tagged Ted Lardner by Ryan Gunn
Despair I’ve heard it a million times. By 1920, Alexander had logged every tree off of Alexander […] Meditations at Big Thompson by Ted LardnerJanuary 14, 2014 in Poetry tagged Ted Lardner by Ryan Gunn
She missed being T-boned by less than a second. He blew the red light, but, crossing […] Bag by Ted LardnerJanuary 14, 2014 in Poetry tagged Ted Lardner by Ryan Gunn