Turned Earth

It was that dark hour just before the dawn when I came out on deck for tie-up in Green Bay, Wisconsin.  I took my position on the port quarter, ready to call spots for the captain should he need them.  My tea steamed in its travel mug.  Up...

The Loneliness of the Long-Haul Flier

Never one for goodbyeshe slips away before suns first light. The getaway, a taxicabon black roads varnished with dew. A thief in the night,  his belongings in the boot and a head full of jewels and sadness.