it’s already yesterday The tinkering about is finished. The attendant has quietly removed my g&t in anticipation and the engines begin their thrum. There is...
Worshiping From Afar At some level don't we all want to be worshiped, adored even? One may be loathe to admit it but all of us, even those with the least...
The island of French magicians and a question of returning to the past. The roar of the plane is still with us, the buffeting of wind and air as we leave the sky behind, the tear drops of island chains in the blueness,the...
