Way back in the ancient days when I lived in Philadelphia (from birth till about 20 years old), I wrote a poem about the Frankford Elevated subway, with one part for each stop from downtown to the place where I caught the bus to go home.
It was in my first (MA) thesis, and it is the last poem in my book, A Likely Story.
Now it will be published in a Philadelphia journal called The Northern Liberties Review. How ironic! I haven't been in Philly for perhaps 10 years, and am not likely to ever go there again, since my parents are gone.
I'll link to it when the poem is published.
4 comments:
Careful! I find that whenever I declare that I won't go anywhere again, I end up living there!
The only way that will ever happen is if some school there offers me a job in a writing program.
Strange things happen...
Okay. Bring them on.
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