And now for something completely different: Poetry. Yes, it’s a new endeavor for me, a craft I’ve only dabbled in (such as this silly piece for the Charlotte Observer).
My poem “On the Train from Charlotte” is included in the latest Metaworker, a spunky little journal that has been featuring fiction and poetry since 2015. Here’s the magazine’s mission statement:
“Driven by passion, our fires are fanned by sharing engaging stories that aren’t afraid to put a spin on rules of craft, spit in the eye of convention, and provoke in ways that surprise, challenge, or enchant. We hope our readers leave the page with experiences that you can take back into your daily life, maybe even change a perspective you didn’t know you had.”
I hope “On the Train from Charlotte” affects you the same way.
M.C. Tuggle, Writer 
It does evoke the melancholy the destination of such a trip brings.
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Alie,
That was the goal. Thank you for visiting.
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Sounds like a creative, engaging connection.
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Thank you.
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I’m glad I revisited this. I found it beautiful and touching the 1st time I read it although I did not comment I suppose because it hit me hard with someone in my life who is not well also, And my love of trains.
How is the “she” in your poem doing ?
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My mother passed in late May. She had a long life, from the farm she was raised on, to the mills she worked in after marriage. She stubbornly stayed in her home in her last days, which is why my brother and I stayed with her. Tough and proud to the end.
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That is the kind of strong woman I want to be. I am glad you and your brother were there with her
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