The Wingchair Traveller

No Place Drill down deeper Hold on tighter To the rope that you grip and hang from This is here Nowhere but here. He watche...

I put in a call to book the weekend of June 4th at the lake house.  The receptionist relays to me that there is only one cottage remaining-...

Of Human Consciousness `It is the hat that matters most,` she said, as she careened forward, nearly missing being hit by a Herme...

I am starting on a new project, and this will be quite the challenge for me.  Valentine`s Day is coming up, and I am intent on writing a lov...

I draped my tie loosely over the back of the chair after a long day of performing for an audience.   Only, this time, the audience does no...

I ask this of you right now Maybe the sun is not there for the peddlers The jacks of tirades The artisans of peppers ...

I dream of houses.   Whenever I remember a dream, it is almost always about a house, or sometimes snakes or rats, but that is a different ...