Tonight I am suffocating
while the stars melt above me
and the clouds catch
the molten blood of light-years.
The hot night, and the lightning
in the heat, and the silence
where there is no thunder.
From the road comes
a scratchy voice and biblical
language. The sound of rain.
The neon signs
are on in the empty
I hear the wail
of the night train.
Maintained or neglected, familiar or foreign, well-worn or wild, roadways inform our decisions and identities. Their geographies direct the movement
of our lives and sketch the cartography of our stories. In this spirit, 322 Review publishes provocative emerging and established artists whose fiction,
creative nonfiction, poetry, and mixed media artwork wander the paths of human experience. A nonprofit literary journal conceived
and operated by former Rowan University graduate students, 322 Review is based in Southern New Jersey.