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…

Leaked : a warning

Earlier this week, an anonymous and concerned source leaked a certain document from the US Supreme Court to the newspaper media Politico. The document in question: a draft opinion from the majority concerning Roe v Wade and Planned Parenthood v Casey. In short, it seems that the Supreme Court will vote 6-3 making abortions illegal. Let…

chronique du dimanche passée

“Ce soir, on pourra quand même bien dormir dans nos lits….”  – chronique du dimanche: si l’on peut dire, le processus démocratique peut être une chose bizarre..  Or, cette année, tout comme il y a 5 ans, les français ont eu le choix entre la droite extrême et un mouvement néo-libéral, dit venant de gauche,…

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,…

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…

Media, skewered angles, and civilization

To be uncivilized, you have to be a monster. Not an animal, but a monster. In the past few weeks, we have seen prices sky rocket to new horrible proportions around the world. Genocides continue, violence and wars continue in many regions across the globe. Raging because jealousy is a human emotion men cannot learn…

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,…