October in the Railroad Earth
Creaky supply lines. Border crises. Woke mobs and cancel culture coffins. Inflation. Our last elections, maybe….
“…end of land sadness end of the world gladness all you San Franciscos will have to fall eventually and burn again.”
Stealing titles from Jack Kerouac now, my creativity is frayed and in desperate need of a stitch. The private written record of my own journaling calls me out…