I live in a small town that still has a train running through it, bisecting North from South. I find it comforting to know that in spite of everything, trains still run at their appointed times.
Close to the line, you are, oh mighty Zilla. I love hearing them, even if they are LOUD, and esp. love that sucking away big reptile honks they make--east bound. Thanks for sharing! (())
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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EDWIN
I love the style and form of this, its sharp focus and atmosphere.
Yes!
John
Until the Doppler
Is white noise
In the distance.
I love the shore, but I miss the sight and sound of the train.
-gene.
A great analogy of the train, who's days have mostly come an end. I can imagine riding the rails and viewing this great country.
Mary