Fallow Ground
Paper Carrier by James B. Nicola
I was a paper carrier and used to hear her speak when I rang to collect from her every other week. I’d see her on those afternoons dressed up exquisitely.…
Fallow GroundHe was a Good by James B. Nicola
He was a good good little boy From break of dawn till time for bed: His father’s pride, his mother’s joy, Immaculately bred. He never lost his temper, was As…
Empty SilosAcross a Frozen Pond by James B. Nicola
I skated myself across a pond In cursive abandon and back again And was happy with the impression I’d made And that others could see my giant scrawl All winter.…
No. 9 · TracksTrain Wreck
One night at Murphy’s Bar I overheard a train man chatting up the bartender so loudly I could make out every word. He didn’t seem to…
No. 9 · TracksImagination
It’s the runaway train you’re on that jumps the track. If it’s a daytrip, it makes its own night; if it is night, it makes the…