Paris, My Love

I had no idea how long we’d been on the bus, only that I’d fallen asleep somewhere in-between the rolling green peas and our emergence into the City of Light. The boat-lag oscillated between my head and stomach while my eyes opened to a fraction of the enchanted view I’d only previously seen through French…

Life’s Loves to Ponder

Periodic messages trigger past transgressions, martinis, smokey kisses and a bond that could not be, said I, not he. Hiding behind a courtroom pulpit, the lord threatens hollow promises of a pilgrimage … to the country of my choice. Will I go? Not so. Not so. The Spanish seas are more puissant than the Louisiana…

Haikiu 03-01-16

Like words from her heart, the steam rises from the grounds bathed in nostalgia.