Train to Ladywell

What crossroad am I approaching? London Bridge towards the National Rail Southeastern train surely.  Are my considerations haunting me? I can hear foolish gossip.  The wick on a wax candle burns until its finale. Am I at my wicks end– setting fire to the paper airplanes circling Westminster? Another train passes by.  “This one yours?” asked the middle-aged conductor. “No,” IContinue reading “Train to Ladywell”

Paris in the Dark

We dined on caviar and champagne until our words slurred and our bodies motioned us into the night. Humming taxies and swerving buses circled the city like the dreams in our subconscious minds. And our ears caught the keyed melody of an accordion. My fingers drummed away to Louis Armstrong’s “La Vie En Rose” andContinue reading “Paris in the Dark”