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…

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 ❤️

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…

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…