Attended another poetry reading tonight at The Ragged Edge Coffee House. This is an incredible event and I believe I’ve written about it before. Run by a former poet laureate of Hanover, Dana Larkin Sauers, the event is sometimes heavily attended and sometimes not. It is always an incredible experience and that is mostly due to Dana’s energy.

The featured reader was a man who goes by Train. I don’t know his real name. But he’s been in Gettysburg for about 10 years and lives just a couple of blocks away from the coffee house. They have an upper room and it’s the perfect place for a poetry reading. You don’t get the competing noise of the other coffee house patrons and it’s large enough that there is ample seating for any kind of turnout. Tonight, there was a meager turnout, but Train was fabulous.

His poetry reminds me a bit of Goethe. His poetry is typically short, epigrammatic, often humorous or witty, sometimes deep and profound, and full of wonderful imagery and emotion. Though, unlike Goethe, there is an undeniable late 20th century-early 21st century flair, both linguistically and culturally, to his poetry. I really like Train’s style.

I did buy his recently self-published book, which appears to be an enigmatic work in itself. I may offer up some kind of review of it after reading it. But for now, it’s been a long day. I’m off to catch a little snooze.