Edna St. Vincent Millay: Travel
The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
May 29, 2020 · 3 Comments
Jose Padua: Every Evening Is a Train in the Unending Speed of Days
Every evening is a train. The floor is covered with toys, and every minute of the day a moment to imagine how colors begin, how sound arises from solid objects, … Continue reading
November 30, 2015 · 1 Comment
