Fare

I am boarding a train with a pain in my paper and the hope of Versailles on my sleeve to believe, in a picturesque setting I am setting my sights on ‘home’.   For the things I cannot see, I run. For the hope that the portrait will prevail, I carry.   To the sail…

The Night Train

The Night Train All children’s ears fall on the pulse of the night train’s shiftless hum, never knowing where it’s going, or in turn, is coming from. Every year, its starlight travels low, as to not disturb the night, whose perfect moon, beyond the trees, is turning hills to white. A quiet steam sifts through…