By John F. Zurn In his endless wanderings through back streets, train stations, and city parks, Uriel Fox traveled incessantly, and wherever he went he stumbled upon people with difficult problems. Whether these problems appeared to be created by the individuals themselves or by some outside force of fear and intimidation, Uriel almost always found … Continue reading Uriel Fox and The Train Derailment
The Girl on the Train
By Amelhyne O'Regan-Farineau I never knew the girl on the train But she smiled at every passing tree Like they were an old friend She was saying goodbye to For the last time Misty eyed As the condensation rolls from her eyes Her mask the same colour as the sky I wonder if her mind … Continue reading The Girl on the Train
Her Voice on the Train to Milan
By Alan Herman It was a chilly October afternoon. I had walked from my hotel laden with suitcase and backpack through dark streets and across a highway before being welcomed by the lit, warm and quiet waiting room of the Verona railroad station. Only a few people were waiting for the rare east- or west-bound … Continue reading Her Voice on the Train to Milan
Tomiko Takes the Train
By Steve Carr Tomiko’s joints ached, especially her knees. She gingerly raised the hem of her kimono and stared at them for several moments as if seeing them for the first time. Nothing seemed to ever make them feel better for very long. Acupuncture, hot baths, daily swims, herbal teas, massage, the small white pills … Continue reading Tomiko Takes the Train
DONKEY
By Marc Craver When I got on the train the man was talking and I knew he would still be talking when I got off in fifty minutes. He was mostly talking about Bob. "Yea he is okay but you know". He said in a way that only people who are used to talking, talk. … Continue reading DONKEY
Tommy Haiku #167-171
By Thomas Page A skeleton of An overpass flanked by grass Starting to grow there “It’s a yellow day” My dad says as the sun tries To simulate heat The train car salted, Beaten by boots and oxfords: Mineral collage Venomous tongues spake Falsehoods that were hard to break. How could one forsake? Lonely beer … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #167-171
Tommy Haiku #136-140
By Thomas Page Lone basketball on The side of the train track, with Party of litter The train is a display Of the olfactory, some Strange, fake vanilla Barbed wire o’er the Fence by my train window, spikes Shaped like lit sparklers The sky complements Itself with orange and blue hues Bleeding into dawn Graffiti … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #136-140
Sunday Morning, At a Friend’s
By Alyssa Trivett Trains hopscotch over hangnail tracks, lollygagging into the next privileged horizon, the soundbites chewing up any ear-space we have left. Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul. When not working two jobs, she listens to music and scrawls lines on the back of gas station receipts. Her work recently appeared at in Between … Continue reading Sunday Morning, At a Friend’s
Academy of the Heart And Mind 