everything that lives moves . . .

everything that lives moves . . .

Saturday, September 17, 2016


Santa Fe Depot
Norman, Oklahoma

“The best poems come like freight trains.  The next thought follows from before until at last nothing remains on the sky but the graying stains left by pale smoke on waning clouds . . . One watches the word ‘Santa Fe’ rolling by on the boxcar door until at last nothing remains but to write it before the plains roll the world to the western shore.”

                -from the poem “The Writing Process” by Benjamin Meyers
 
 

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