On the way to the love poetry awards at the Historical Museum today, we were met at the railroad crossing by a one car police blockade. We circled around Industrial Way with its refinery fumes, pipelines, and towering knotted highways. Every road that we attempted greeted us with large fences, big trees, or dead end […]
T’was a foggy Benicia morning as I commenced to wandering down the great fishing pier that in yesteryears launched train ferries out yonder as Jack London came a-haunting. She’s a sleepy little town where you can hear the sound of train whistle symphonies often. D.L. Lang is the current poet laureate of Vallejo.