“Junkyard” is a poem, not a story, the usual disquisition on mortality explored through the metaphor of a junkyard. In fact, inspired by actual, if casual, junkyards I encountered while interviewing and photographing railroad tramps along the banks of the Los Angeles River. In those days, there were still factories along the river; now it’s condos and hip shops selling things other peoples make.
In a publication called NomadArtx, and…it’s pretty good poem.
Rick Risemberg
Crow Tree Books 