Poetry is so often related to place. Events and memories fuse together and particular places become locked in our hearts. We all have places that evoke emotional responses. They present as recurring thoughts. We find ourselves back in that place and thoughts spill out. The three poems I am sharing (below) are part of a much larger group of poems I wrote during my six years living and working in New York as an education consultant. Subway Scenes Riding the subway I have a special wish That everybody had more room Then we wouldn’t HAVETOSQUISH Riding on the subway Like sardines in a can I’m pleased the air conditioning works As I didn’t bring a fan Riding on the subway Travellers one and all We ride the darkened underground And heed the station’s call Riding on the subway We rattle, roll and shake We screech into each station Aboard our mechanical snake © Alan j Wright Chicken Bones And A Dead Umbrella Walking on Union Street On a wet, wild, windswept day Th...