February 2012
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In case you missed it earlier this week, check out Virginie Colline’s brief, but beautiful “haiku de gare.”
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haiku de gare
by Virginie Colline
a whistle of train
Paris blinks the night away
calling it a day
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Virginie Colline is a French translator living in Paris. Her poems have appeared inThe Mainichi Daily News, StepAway Magazine and Pure Francis, among others. Her poem, “haiku de nuit,” appeared in the September 13, 2011 issue of TrainWrite.
Photo: Brassai
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February 7, 2012
by Jakob Maier
i need to tell you about the train
i have seen a crying old man on it before
i have not seen you on it before
i want you in every seat and every station and anywhere everywhere i can want you
Jakob Maier is a writer, musician, voracious eater of tacos, and college student.
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The United States of America
by Jason Lee Norman Author’s Note: I couldn’t have written this story without listening to the song “Rows of Houses,” by Dan Mangan, and watching the movie Stand by Me, directed by Rob Reiner. In the United States of America, children everywhere are waiting for summer vacation. To a child in the United States, there is summer vacation and then there is everything else. Summer...
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Jailbait at the Train Stop
by Zach Fishel
Conductor’s Note: The following is the third in a series of three poems from the same trip, at the same station, in different parts. Return to Monday’s issue to start from the beginning.
She is tiny, with legs stiff as
rain gutters,
holding everything in despite the downpour.
Heather grey tights
and a mini-skirt.
Her hair is bleached light and
glasses dark around
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Out of Town
by Zach Fishel
Conductor’s note: The following is the second in a series of poems from the same trip, at the same station, in different parts. Return to TrainWrite on Friday for the final leg of the journey.
I’m at the train stop. I forgot my headphones so
I am dreading the sounds
I am about to hear. The woman wheezing receiving
judgment from the other overnight bus riders who can’t...
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The Biker Waiting to Get Home
by Zach Fishel
Conductor’s Note: The following is the first in a series of three poems from the same trip, at the same station, in different parts. Return to TrainWrite on Wednesday, February 15 and Friday, February 17 to continue the journey.
Her hair was the color of a used leather belt
and she stood
with a bottle of cheap Merlot
alongside the train tracks
waiting at the same...
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A Moon Over the Rails
by J.R. Rogers
Peter and his wife Mimi had been riding for the last two days. They were on a train from Los Angeles to New York.
They slipped away from the coast just as the afternoon rush was building. Mimi, who worked downtown, met Peter in the cavernous station still in her work clothes. She looked distraught, dragging her heavy suitcase across the concourse toward him.
Now, it was nine...
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The Night Train
by Gary Percesepe
for J I The night train stopped at my house. It sat on the tracks in the black winter night, waiting. I was lying in bed looking at a picture of a woman whose cancerous breasts had sent her lover packing but not before penning a short note which he thoughtfully pinned to her bed cover. Her hair came out in clots that felt like straw fed to galloping ghost horses ridden by...