Shout-out in The Review Review

“Hope, Gratitude and Joy;  Poems That Wow”: Vince Corvaia’s review of Iron Horse 14.2 in The Review Review.
[About my poem, “A Dozen Riders Arrive at the Binghamton Greyhound”]: This poem reminds me of an Edward Hopper painting. Any Hopper painting. The characters “stand on the tar in oil-stain rainbows, / gather bags, make calls, wait.” One by one they depart into the night, whether by cab or on foot. There is something ineffably sad about them, about this netherworld between flight and arrival. Something metaphorical is at work here, almost existential. “Stone-chipped curbs rise to our knees; / what can we offer them? Witness? Prayer?” One by one they complete their journey without us. “We are five. Now three.” This is the most unforgettable poem in the issue, the hardest to shake off, and maybe the best.