FOUR WAY REVIEW

An Electronic Literary Journal

Author: Kerrin McCadden

  • ON INTERSTATE 89 NORTH by Kerrin McCadden

    ON INTERSTATE 89 NORTH by Kerrin McCadden

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    I don’t know how close I was. I was not paying attention to him or his raised middle finger, whichhe was tired of holding up, his face lowered out the window at me,glass down, even though the air  was freezing in upstate Vermont.I have sped past, unthinking, it’s true. I have sped past so many things.How…

  • TWO POEMS by Kerrin McCadden

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    HOMING The sky is at the feeder again. I mean the indigo bunting with no bearings for home. A man pulls into the driveway after work—crunching stones, hallooing up the stairs— wanting to know about my day. All the days are wranglers, I say. I am not able to cite my sources, but I make…