tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176387186088706590.post3997871316446721862..comments2020-04-03T13:59:00.172-06:00Comments on The Widening Spell: Throat Singing by Susan CohenTerry Lucashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09344475079916141270noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176387186088706590.post-47994687904608369892013-02-23T08:12:54.683-07:002013-02-23T08:12:54.683-07:00I can feel the motion of these poems rumbling on l...I can feel the motion of these poems rumbling on like a train I want to chase down and ride. Though it doesn't stop at the station to test for doneness or to claim the completion of a trip or the arrival at a destination, it seems to travel at a pace I can catch up to. It's not that I want to see where it's going or even where it will take me. I just want to ride along, taste what's cooking in the dining car, make faces at the caribou through the magical window glass, listen to the earth singing beneath the wheels beneath the rails beneath the crossties, and meet some of the peculiar passengers. Terry, if your travel brochure is any indication, I think Susan Cohen's train does not stop for death nor board its proffered coach; she invites it to ride along and see what there is to see.granddaddyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02668155652942615504noreply@blogger.com