The Naked Passport:

Oh dear, sweet Passport, Where are your stamps? I would hold you to my breast, Even in an avalanche. I finger your pages fondly, I know our time is nigh, The smell of your paper excites me, Very soon we will take flight. I sleep with you under my pillow, I carry you in my more

JULY 2014:

AFTER THE WINTER ALWAYS COMES THE SPRING, It’s been a while now that I’ve been wearing long johns under my jeans. It’s been a while since we had a break from the rain, snow, cold and sleet. But this week the sun came out for a couple of days and it was warmer. This week more