The Wingchair Traveller

1 “The moving walkway is now ending, please look down.”   “The moving walkway is now ending, please look down.”   I walk amidst ...

It isn’t like he pleaded with me not to go to Italy.   In his own little way, he worked his way under my skin, daily, persistently, unt...

Painful memories of reckless abandon, Haunt my soul, Enabling my regret to flourish, And my rapture, Softly creeping, ...

The name is Joe: a typical American name carried around for 50 years by an atypical American male.   My parents still to this day tell ...

A rainy day, though not as much rainy as the threat of rain permeating the atmosphere.   Once in a while you will hear a little patteri...

  2             When darkness lured me up the staircase to his bedroom later, it was like crossing the threshold into...

"They have beauty, because in them is embodied the greatest of our imaginative delights,-that of giving body to our latent capacit...