Over Paris
I board a packed, hot TGV from Strasbourg to Paris Gare de l’Est. It’s a close connection from Colmar, so
Read MoreI board a packed, hot TGV from Strasbourg to Paris Gare de l’Est. It’s a close connection from Colmar, so
Read MoreOn the train from Italy to Switzerland, the sound of surrounding speech changes from lilting Italian to the brushing swish
Read MoreLike Germany, it’s fogged over by a past that you can wallow in, dark night of the human soul kind
Read MoreThe train stops. It’s like no station you have ever seen. It’s in a tunnel with a silver rounded top
Read MoreI wake before the sun when all is quiet and I can work, like my great grandmother did, and like
Read MoreThe takin creates its own raincoat. Pronounced “tah-kin” like you’re talkin’ about the takin, it has the distinct honor of
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