Faith Hogan

timeless as it was unending

the fraught atmosphere of home

It was summer holidays and it seemed as if the days stretched endlessly.

musty and empty,

belly of the boat,

What Happened to Us?

The Place We Call Home

her eyes fought hard to pick out familiar city shapes. Usually, along here, she would gaze up towards Montmarte. Even after all these years, it took her breath away,