a busy weekend in Ely Nevada where the state troopers close off 120 miles of highway straight through the side of nowhere and people from everywhere come to race time from the city that never sleeps to here a train from two centuries ago takes us up 10,000 feet to see galactic clusters but not the smelter and open pit not the mill down river polluting the water to match what the smelter does to the air so much America so far away from most of America infinite stars, antique trains, cars of every possible flavor dust that never leaves the lungs, earth scars visible by satellite
dan raphael's poetry collection In the Wordshed was published by Last Word Press last December. More recent work appears in Lothlorien, Mad Swirl, Otoliths, In Parentheses and Impspired. Most Wednesdays dan writes and records a current events poem for The KBOO Evening News.
