There’s gridlock going on, my friend; my thoughts are jumbled up against themselves, a rush hour traffic-jam that’s been running on fumes.
There’s no service stations in my immediate future; at least none that I can find on any map.
There’s bumper-to-bumper now, my friend; my brain’s got clogged up, cast-off incomplete thoughts of ideas, scattered n’ strewn across the pavement, grasped at images, shadows and flickers, grinding gears, foot slipping off the clutch.
There’s an urgent need for a transmission overhaul.
Bryan Lucas was born March 16th, 1972 in Fairmont, WV, however he grew up in Central Arkansas because his family moved there when he was a little over one year old. Spending most of his early years growing up in Enola, AR, he started writing at the age of 16 in order to get his mind off of the withdrawals when he quit using smokeless tobacco. After high school he drifted around a bit, trying to find himself – college, various dead end jobs – nothing seemed to satisfy. In his early 30s he joined the US Navy, which allowed him to travel the world and experience life outside of the confines of rural central Arkansas. Today he is semi-retired and attending the University of Central Arkansas working on his Bachelors while writing as much as he can. To date he’s been published in multiple print publications, most recently in WestWard Quarterly.
