Ian Seed

 

 

 

Destination

It was hot and dusty. I’d fallen asleep on the train and only woken up just in time to get off at the small country station, where I had to change trains. My shoelaces were untied, my belt undone, and my overstuffed suitcase had sprung open so that I had to carry it flat in my hands. My train to the sea and a new life was just a little further up the empty platform. But there was no one else on the train, not even the driver.

 

 

Ian Seed’s collections of prose poems include New York Hotel (2018), Identity Papers (2016), and Makers of Empty Dreams (2014) (Shearsman). New York Hotel was selected by Mark Ford as a TLS 2018 Book of the Year.

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