Welcome to Shadowtrain, a bi-monthly
gathering of poems and other writings, from the lyrical to the innovative − whatever stings and stuns, or makes
the editor spill his coffee.
November-December, 2011 Shadowtrain 37
Andy Brown climbs through the face of a postcard; Jeremy
Over lies under the trees in a giant spoon; James Davey counts scars and runs out of fingers; Lucy
Hamilton is ordered down to the mist-clad river; Mark Goodwin hears hard solid boys approach; Celia
Baines steps inside men’s shadows when they pass; Hillary Lyon listens for the noiseless;
Rufo Quintavalle sleeps in the garden square in June; while Nathan Thompson places
himself in a different season.