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…

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 ❤️ …

une phrase universelle

“Nos familles sont là-bas” Cette phrase universelle, crié en temps de violences et de guerre, et d’oppression C’est comme si certains tournent en rond, leurs voix se brisent, tellement ils/elles ont essayé(e)s de se faire entendre, alors que d’autres sont entendu(e)s dès la première seconde…. A few words on this piece. We first published it…

the act of disappearing after streaking through

I see the traces in the sky from my window here, one spider dangling. Only traces of orange-rosé, flashing across blue hues, not ready to disappear, please, don’t abandon me here. Don’t leave yet. First, we excuse ourselves for this poor attempt at a photo from the last hour. Try as we may, those colors…

Candle in the night

Candle in the night, how bright I seem to remember you from afar, in an eons away era, your voice, So softly speaking, no ahems ever needed Oui… mmmmm.. oui… non. Pourquoi? Ahhhh. Oui. A small smile, quickly passing, Un, deux secondes à repartir avant que ce visage se crispe de nouveau, Le regard n’est…

3 to 1, ducks in furor

The other day, on the shores of the river bank, four ducks were in a squabble. One screaming at the others “No, no, no, no, no,” and swimming away fast fuming. The three others would not let the piece go. They swam around, threading here, threading there. Squabble more, squabble, squabble. Suddenly, a flapping of…

Desires of a king

Below, mesdames, messieurs, and everyone else, is a verse written for a fellow being. The mute cat salutes them wherever they may be. Lounging like a pacha I am, Just waiting, in agony perhaps, or maybe my cabinet has not arrived. Either way, though I cannot say, exquisitely, I end my day, in such an…

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…