I am standing on a railway platform that reflects the bright sun my train is about to leave you are beginning to say goodbye will I leave or will we walk together

You are sitting on an anonymous train One hundred miles away From this our shared bed I can feel every aching inch Of our sudden separation

The corruption of unknown antidotes Low walls under construction Nothing is hidden

A history of unknown antidotes High walls under construction Everything is hidden Time corrupts

As one approached the crossroads There was a large commanding hedge Which shielded the town from the River Aps This was odd as the town was named after the river Or so my best friend Regis Mes told me

When I was a child There were many beautiful trees In the rich gardens of my uncle Only the strongest now remain And even they are much reduced

Nice things are happening in the city We are waiting for the night train south Muriel is already in her pyjamas She is shivering On the cold platform And has borrowed My red slippers

I was in a city In a tall hotel My room overlooked The main railway station Before I retired I watched the sisters Thalys Join together before they slept

He was the forth of seven children From Lincoln Nebraska There was nothing remarkable in that He should have passed through his life Like a freight train in a desert town Unnoticed and forgotten by history But it did not work out that way And he is thought to have said Dead people are all […]

I have always been a sucker For deserted railway lines/tracks Whether here in the UK Or in the USA Just before the pandemic Josie and I drove across The Texas Panhandle Just for the experience We both thought it would be vast But were quickly suffocated By the nothingness It was not like anything That […]