Every Friday night we feature a short story, essay, personal narrative,
poem, spoken word, or short film for your enjoyment.
Helen Presents: a poem from Guy Traiber
At normal hours
there is no place even for a fly in the train
but now almost all the wagons are empty
and each passenger runs to catch himself his own quartet of sits.
Next to me two girl-soldiers in olive uniforms and overripe strawberry lips
declare the rules and necessities for sleeping over the weekend at the base.
On the windowsill rests a bee which got tired
from the village life and the humming work,
it does its way into the big city
where every worker can one day become a queen.
Guy Traiber was born and raised in the sweltering middle-east and found love in the cold mountains of Bavaria. After a decade of travelling extensively throughout India, South-East Asia and Europe he is now pitched again on the soil of his youth. He studies Sociology & Political Science and Chinese Medicine and finds that they all relate. His writing has appeared in (very) few journals and rejected by many good and well-known publications. You can talk to him via email at firstname.lastname@example.org