To sleep. Where?

  So where to sleep?  When there’s no couch, no mattress soft enough, no bench in the clouds, no hard sidewalk corrupted enough, where to sleep? The mute cat has a name. No, they will not give it yet. They only ask this question because the tree is too small, the cardboard boxes are not…

Wonderings

The mute cat once wondered is silence a virtue? or a curse? He could not, unfortunately, say it aloud. It just isn’t possible. Nevertheless, he wondered. Only to puff and huff and sense That his whiskers were off. Urgh… how dare they! Hi all! Good holiday wishes for you! We wait for spring to usher…

Fireworks

Fireworks ablaze sounds more like a war or an avalanche to me be careful, be safe. Tis no new year with all around, omicron here, even so, I see no good tidings, just simply, people calls, and rejection notes, One after the other … … … … … … … … … … … ……

nighttime stories… or an attempt

Freezing winter night I can’t stand my hat, hair static, please can I cut my hair again? (end of parentheses) little pine tree, potted, is in the window, baubles clinking, angels frozen singing A jazz trio is playing a Christmas three man jam to the night. One young boy, in a bright blue turquoise ski…

Letters

A pack of letters sitting blank on the desk, a writing endeavor. The mute cat sits still on the cards ready to send joy in this sad bright season. Well, we say! This is becoming Haiku December! Or something like that. Our favorite activity to do this month is sending holiday cards.  What’s your favorite…

“Barbaric!”

It’s starting again… The lights are glowing The chalets are up and running, markets attracting the monstrous crowds, like moths to the flames, “Barbares! Vous êtes tous des barbares!” she calls out “Consumerism, stinking consumerism”, he wrote to her, full on, all languages confounded. Enjoy the bredele. Well, we told you we had something in…

Shadows dancing

Yesterday I saw you through the shadow lamp light, dancing headspace We’re in a rush this week, so we leave you all with a haiku. Our resident poet hates writing in structured form but sometimes we all have to experiment, right? We have an idea for next week. Actually, we have a few ideas for…

What hides above

You’re on the road, a bit of modern concrete from the days of industrialization, cutting through mother earth like it doesn’t matter.  Are you in a car? If so, imagine driving up. You’re on a winding road. It turns, it twists, it makes you spin.   And even if you are on foot, it makes you…

The photographer

They have to get out of the frame to see the picture. Don’t get attached. Get detached. No emotions, all emotions. you’ll feel because you’ll know. In your eye, the photographer will see you. They must. They see the atmosphere of the shot. Their lenses can tell a million stories, starting with the one. Dancing…

One night out

I’m running late to one of the best joints in town. My friends had just wrote me and I had flown into action to meet them. It’s a quick walk and past the pass sanitaire control, I enter the brasserie, Au Brasseur, famous for its food and history as a brewery. The place still makes…