Well, that’s it – I’ve just published my first KINDLE book on Amazon of a previously printed “Rail Tales ~ notes from the Currumbine Line” and naturally, had to buy the first copy.
“Poetry and stories written while travelling on the Currumbine Line between the City of Perth and the Northern Suburbs in Western Australia.”
It’s live and available right now so I’m pretty pleased. (It certainly wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be but I managed.)
Here’s another of my favorite short poems from the book:
Rail Trail
parallel bars ride the sand
silver bullet steered by hand
expressed in kilometre-d speed
human flotsam to concrete greed
…and a (very, very) short story I hope you’ll smile at, remembering I was riding the rails when I wrote it.
The Great Escape.
Head back, eyes closed. I savor the cool, quiet efficiency of train travel.
I’m alone on this journey. It is obviously not a popular time to commute.
Silence. Then a scuffle, a soft knock below me and to the left, makes me
open my eyes. There it is again. Are there mice on this train?
It sounds like old crackle-y paper. Rounded, moving haphazardly
in all directions.
I hope the security video can’t see me climb onto the seat.
Where is it? More importantly – what is it?
Feeling foolish, I gingerly step down. Then cautiously kneel and bend over,
eyes level to the carpet, bum up.
Oh, it’s O.K. Panic over. Breathe again.
It’s only an onion, enjoying the freedom of riding on the train.
Do you think it’s got a ticket?
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003
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