The Art of Everyone

” I take the train to Barcelona. The train enters a tunnel. A baby coughs very lightly, an older man clears his throat. The tunnel, that’s where we all go, light or no light no one is to know. My amphibian throat gurgles, will the language spill out of me, it is a great accomplishment. The people to the right of me are joyously trilling their tongues, dancing their hands. I intertwine my fingers, rub the knuckles of my right hand into the palm of the left, elevate feet, try not to slouch into the seat. My right hand, usually a refrigerator, is warming up nicely, middle age but not only, you have to keep the blood circulating correctly. Out the window, a blur of trees and small mountains, good foliage.”

My story, “cosy,” just published at The Art of Everyone. Part of my novel in progress The Dreamlife of Honey.

Matt Cook’s A Spanish Cement Mixer

Less than 24 hours till Spain. Barcelona and Valencia. Then on to Katowice, Poland.

Thinking about traveling and exoticism. Came upon this wee poem by Matt Cook. From his book Proving Nothing to Anyone. Just out from Publishing Genius Press.