H.K. Abell is a born wanderer who has called many different places home, but currently finds himself in Southern Ontario, Canada, back where he belongs. A singer-songwriter, novelist, poet and artist, he has written a novel, recorded an album, created an anthology of poetry, and has a portfolio of artwork on display at finer coffee houses and record stores everywhere.
You can connect with H.K. Abell on his blog, here.
2 thoughts on “a poem on the underground train”
Powerful. I know that feel. It does feel like the world is coming to an end, even though we’re better off without the bastards who do this to us.
Reblogged this on Donetta's World and commented:
What a beautifully sad poem.