I’ve given up trying to write like Ron Silliman until Delta-2 on the trip home. However being transported seems to bring out the babble in me. Wrote this on the train...
Getting late. I am changing personas from ‘early to bed, early to rise’ to the ‘diller a dollar, a ten o’clock scholar.’ Just realized my total store of poetry seems to...
Let’s see…how do I feel today about traveling? Maybe a little tired of it. Which is not possible since I am not quite half way through in time and not even...
It is 22:00 hours here at the ever so interesting Hotel Gutenbergs in Riga, Latvia. I am happy again after the bit of a downer that was the ferry over. Felt...
A noisy one she is, her mom was a shill in the USSR, her voice follows me everywhere, a shrill shill she was, pushy, even here in my cabin on the...
MORNING AT BENTLEYS; AFTERNOON FERRY TO RIGA There are little blocks of time here and there on every trip that are either wasted spaces or rest stops. It’s whether you’re a...
MY STOCKHOLM VIEW. And on the first morning of the third week, I awoke feeling…okay I think. A succinct sentence scrolled across my mind’s eye, ‘Only 28 more mornings until you...
Just a few images, one for each special thing of my last day in Norway for awhile. Tomorrow morning I take the fast train to Stockholm and now it is late...
Some days I’m a traveler, some days a tourist; today was the latter. It was the best a northern summer can offer—not too hot, not too cold…it was just right said...
I lied about last night’s post with Stavanger photos being the last. I just have a few more from that pleasant and pretty town before I get to today and museums...