I, the climber in exhaustion

So exhausted I became, no force at all to escalade back down. Tis a hanging plant or a mountain, these green leafy virtues? Prowl I must, not too slow, not too fast, oh! Oh! Oh! Can I get down? Must I go up? Where are my birds? Who are my clouds? So exhausted…… Cette semaine,…

No one will read this….

No one will read this probably but my lungs, once full of greens and happy smiles, now wait for gas masks, another world from across that road the damned so desire. That’s the problem, the road. They just want the goods, transports of misery and bloodlust, a dream of nightmares to recreate glory days, never…

I, I the ready to pouncer….

The time has come, yes, the time has come thunders are rolling, the tears are falling, roots finally breathing and I, I, I have decided the time has come for me to pounce, an elegant maneuver to go on top, a rumbling, grumbling radio steaming with joy. This week a bit of sneaky poetry. Ze…

fires, fires, screaming spires

So many arguments these days, fights, and fists raised and brawls and dogging boxing rants guns and bullets and bombs and ” accidental ” fire hazards to the tomb, up in smoke Screaming matches at all levels street corners protests in the city regions digging back cultural icons nations hell-bent on destroying salvaging defending their…

quel jour déjà? perdu.

j’ai un peu zappée, oubliée, de me concentrer, sur ce que je voulais faire. Voilà pour aujourd’hui. ou cette semaine, ça aussi j’oublie. Maybe next week, we’ll do what we were supposed to do. We do nothing these days. We’re not lazy. Hej… that could be a poem. Enjoy ❤️

empreinte d’une tasse

la poussière se tasse, comme au fond, prédire l’avenir, en masse, s’accumule après le coulement de sang, de petrol, quel souvenir nous reste? This week, a few words in French from a piece we started. We’re going to elaborate in our own time. This week is heavy with many emotions for many. Remember, dust is…

Chares’ wheel continues

throwing cigarette in a crunch, abiding time……… Chares’ wheel keeps turning before one last goodbye Thank you for your patience as we wrote and shared with you this poem. This is the end. And the beginning of July.  Tune in for next week as we unpack something we’ll try to write.

what is life worth?

life – living breathing one more time he thinks… throwing cigarette in a crunch.. Welcome to the end of June. Bienvenue à la fin de ce mois de juin.  We have been following the news but local lives have been rollercoasters so we’ll write here in July. Nous avons suivi les infos mais on va…

water on the horizon

…… Watermelon season fast approaching how to get water without ripping veins open. Call me. Show me a sign Last week, we left you with the line “Watermelon season fast approaching” and it is watermelon season. We continue the verse with that line to give you a head starter.  À la semaine prochaine 🙂  or…

rêve de cauchemar sur mont

Death in the mountains he looks away almost in shame Watermelon season fast approaching This week, we’re writing poetry again. (We’re too exhausted for something else.) Not everything is happy in life and this little verse is part 1 of a piece we’re working on.   Enjoy ❤️