Rambling through

He is a rambling poet tangerine cat posing in the window across the street as he continues éloge in the quarry no tissues to spare for the farewell Mesdames et messieurs! Ladies and gentlemen! Our dear friend Maisy challenged us to a photo chase of three words. We did it and then we thought “why…

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…

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….

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…

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…

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…

a four lettered word

It follows me. Nags me. Tortures me.  Until I forgot where I am.  Until the end. I have no idea when that will be. It’s everywhere.  It never stops. And all the while, I feel the strings tugging, restricting not my breath, but my control. They call it self destruction, I heard.  The control.  The…

Jungle ‘scape

Lime green, jardin de jungle.A pair of legging trousers, a tunicor is it a dress?Little girl, on a beam, without a beam, on a vitesse à tres longue distance, trees at the moment zipping by in my lens like no tomorrow. She’s a ballerina, the type another little girl could have if the brain damage…

visuals in our paths

In March, we asked “what is light?” “What does it bring?” We all have memories. They’re what makes us each an individual. Tainted with the colouring of our emotions. But light is also a prism. From one angle, we only see what we can see. Only when we turn into another corner or direction do…

rays of sun.

Rays of a typical NYC afternoon down upon us and I go my own way. We came to pay a visit to our history. What we found were just a few reminders of a town I have not seen again. A few reminders of something more recent, a war in secret, half still shrouded in…