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This year I won’t stand under the railway bridge when the trains are going across, she said, even though it thrills me so, the adrenaline secret of the huge metal body roaring above me. This year I won’t, won’t, she said, because every time I do it, the thrill is a little smaller, the thrumming Read more

yoga, said the teacher, translating a sutra,      is the mind      focused      on one      thing      alone fingers on keys eyes on screen      thoughts      in the breaths      that make a      thing      a poem First published in foam:e Read more