In this second volume of his "Road Rhymes" trilogy and sequel to 2011's "Hypnotizing Lines: Road Rhymes, Volume One," j.d.tulloch reanimates a cast of characters unseen in one's daily stream: an unknown television guest star fixated on a quest for celebrity, an angry war vet bent on broadcasting his masculinity, and a recovering crack addict whose wife chooses rock over life ... plus ministers, hipsters, and half-naked strippers. Edited by j.d.tulloch and published by his 39 West Press imprint, "Neutral Receding Lines: Road Rhymes, Volume Two" occurs in the moment, frolicking with rhythm and language in a chorus of ephemeral, observational tales of consciousness and conscience that explore the juxtaposition of fame and poverty, security and homelessness, dreams and reality, and freedom and addiction.

In August 2010, j.d.tulloch and his reliable traveling companion, a 1997 Lincoln Town Car, embarked on what has evolved into a fifty-thousand-plus mile journey, trekking westward--and then eastward--on a noble quest of inspiration, an escapade of adventure, in search of an American Dream that hearkened the spirits of forgotten voyagers who beckoned him from afar as Horace Greeley loudly whispered in his ear, "Go west, young man ... Go west." "Hypnotizing Lines: Road Rhymes, Volume One," the much-anticipated follow-up to j.d.tulloch's debut volume of poems, "The Will to Resist: and psalms of anger, love & humanity," chronicles the first four months of his time on the road in poems that root themselves in the American landscape.

In his first published collection of poetry, "The Will to Resist: and psalms of anger, love & humanity," j.d.tulloch asks the reader to momentarily transcend themselves and take a journey through American life in search of the existence of a selfless love that hides itself somewhere within the materialistic excess of an American popular and corporate culture that seems to tame our will to resist by teaching desire can become reality if one chases, captures, and possesses everything possible, as if our spiritual survival singularly subsisted on sadly serving selfish individualism, narcissistic need, and egocentric fantasy. What ever happened to the will to resist?