Wednesday, February 22
NOLAN, The apparition of these faces in the crowd...) riding the bullet train the view passes by so fast it is either a blur they say or —like night lightning strobes the raindrops to a stop in midair in that soundless moment— maybe from the train you can glimpse waiting there one of those famous petals stopped still in midair holding its wave to you in place. write us and tell us if this is so. (Ed Roberson)