Train horn wrapping gently around the ears, moody, yearning and dark, crowding softly over the eyes and passing through the nostrils past the borders of simple awareness, as if it has become part of the soul, a soul filled with soft midnight sound, and the clack of the train behind it the last sweet knock [...]
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Night calling by Harry Calhoun
Posted in Harry Calhoun, tagged poetry on October 5, 2010 | 5 Comments »
Night calling by Harry Calhoun
Posted in Harry Calhoun, tagged poetry on September 28, 2010 | 2 Comments »
. Train horn wrapping gently around the ears, moody, yearning and dark, crowding softly over the eyes and passing through the nostrils past the borders of simple awareness, as if it has become part of the soul, a soul filled with soft midnight sound, and the clack of the train behind it the last sweet [...]
Two Poems by Harry Calhoun
Posted in Harry Calhoun, tagged Harry Calhoun, poems, poetry on July 18, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Summer, fleeting, flashing The fireflies soaring through the summer pines in my mere back yard seem almost as high as the tops of those pines, and on their way to the stars, and given their brief fiery mating existence, who knows, maybe they are, and maybe I am too. _________________________ Running from my dog She [...]
Two Poems by Harry Calhoun
Posted in Harry Calhoun, tagged poetry on May 10, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Why? Time that should be the weekend spotlight caught between nips of Scotch from the closet. What’s pinned beneath your ruined wreck of a psyche and torn between money and death is trapped in the headlights, running for deer life, wakened again from the recurring dream: Following the taillights and their red messy trail back [...]
