” 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.Continue reading “The Art of Everyone”
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.