Why don't trains travel on me anymore? I know there are weeds from time to time on my rails, but won't the wheels on the trains cut the weeds away? I swear I can hear many trains, but why don't they travel on me now? Too many questions and no answers for me.
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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The Bench
There was a bench all covered with snow. In the woods deep inside a park. This bench sits wondering when will the people be back and sit and have conversations again while sitting on me. I so do love the sound of voices of all kinds. When will the voices return for me.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
Miss Persephone's Manual to a Seemingly Ordinary Life
Miss Persephone was found at the dining table, her blue eyes swollen, her tears arriving and retreating like the tides of the ocean. Earlier that day, her family had visited her in the retirement home where she had lived for eight years. It was her eightieth birthday.
By Imola Tóth6 days ago in Fiction
Smart phones, Humans and Aliens.
WARNING. I will be tapping into one of your favorite creative tensions: The absurdity of humans worshipping their glowing rectangles as if they were tiny oracles. There’s something deliciously poetic about that contradiction, and it lends itself beautifully to an instructive proviso.
By Novel Allen5 days ago in Poets
Comments (5)
Train changed route, dear rail. Happens sometimes.
Alone and lonely track
Beautiful lines
Interesting article and well written.
Very nice, different but yet I could hear those lines,they are calling out for answers 😊🏆✍️