ramblings in a vineyard ou comment partir en weekend

Je me pose des fois la question, si à un moment donné, je ne regrette rien. Un billet de train trop cher, ou un voyage à Paris qui va, une fois de plus, être chargé de beaucoup de self control. And then, oui c’est bilingual, je me dit: “No it’s fine. It’ll bite later.” Ou…

saison turbulente

Rangement du jour une musique de cacaphonie on se demande où…….. là? Là. Là-bas? Là-bas. La boîte est trop grande. On a vu un oiseau particulier sur l’eau…… ça y est! Attrapes! Attrapes ce poisson . .. comme on attrapes ce qui nous plaît …. Bienvenue en cette saison où tout nous turbule en turbulence…

the lists left around

There’s a list of emotions and questions laying around this place, which I am not sure how to approach, this tide of extremists in politics “Votez blanc” splashed across posters but we all know not to do exactly that, unless, of course, we wish to bury ourselves further down the landmine, or can someone help…

from an internal point of view.

Here, below, you will find  a poem I wrote a couple of days ago. It was inspired from a poetry prompt, which we will present below afterwards: Another coup de tête, prise de cornes, you never know when the screaming stops and when crying begins. you wish you knew, you’re not stuck no. it’s worse….

Fool’s a joke

they say April showers bring May flowers but these are snow falls, and white tree flower petals flying and hail after sand storms moving in clouding out in the midst of a freezing weather bringing back red scabs and swollen fingers……. I wonder……… did they say spring or fool’s errand? Hi all! Welcome to April!…

Today, a chronique

i thought it was a dog whimpering in the next building. and then i heard a muffled mumble, sighs, contentment, sweat probably dripping, i couldn’t know, I don’t, really, it was not a dog … it never was . it was 4pm Today’s news of the day, a banality as we call it French and,…

Me, please.

I’m like those cats in the streets clamoring for affection Me! Me! Me! Me! please me. And yet I never do. Hi all! We’re cooking up a few pieces for here and not here so we leave you with the verse above. For info, we wrote this a few months back. Cheers and enjoy ❤️ …

La grande dame

on aurait dit une grande dame en sandales, toute droit comme un “i” en robe rouge fleurie. un sourcil fonc´é épais se lève, questionnant le premier, dernier “Ça va?” tandis qu’un petit sourire se presse de former sans pour autant détruire cette simplicité d’une main sur hanche en plein soleil, lunettes de star cachant le…

Receipts, receipts, and more receipts

Receipts, flowing out of this drawer, spring cleaning, chronological rangement au rendez-vous de l’heure, clean up your act. Finish the accounts. Wind raging against glass, remnants of a storm, long past, follows the sun, who graced us with his heat. Hello there, peace. No, not yet. as my eyes read the excesses of my choices,…

Thou Shall Not Kill

Thou shall not kill and yet here lays yet another kind, beautiful, wonderful, innocent, civil soul. Death on the tarmac, they call it except it’s death in a blanket in a home on a couch, where the monsters are not allowed. not even supposed to be.. Grievances, stupidity, wrongful, emptiness of consciousness aside Why? Why?…