How would you
describe the train’s soft hunting
back and forth on the tracks,
the stutter-stops of all five engines,
the painful groan of a local
lurching forward through the yard?
Heads up: We’ve just posted some great new work on our AGNI homepage: two new poems (here and here) from Elizabeth Rees, a short-short by Rupprecht Mayer, translated by Eldon Reishus, and a poem by Anders Carlson-Wee. Check them out!