LOST COMFORT

Without organization, a coat, lonely for companionship hangs without distinction, a country away from newness where its cloth once renewed its owner with warmth now holds those truths in forever silence with empty pockets abandoned into solitary disgrace, Its threads softening Into age from idle time while fading to the fallen and the relinquished, the … More LOST COMFORT

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THE NEW HAVEN LINE

The old train got the wheels of steel. Strong for the ride and good for the anxious souls as a high sun shines on miles of warm track pointing south when cold knocks at the door of coats, hands without gloves and up turned collars. Passing winds of travel circle angrily around the corners of … More THE NEW HAVEN LINE