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,…

“We are no fascists!” oh yeah? Prove it.

We come back with our news bits series once more. This time, it comes as a critical specific theme with a twist. Fascists. Let us begin. 1.  It has come to our attention, franchement et scandaleusement d’une certaine manière, that a shallow attempt at democracy and freedom of speech was conducted yesterday en plein centre…

Thou Shall Not Kill

Thou shall not kill and yet here lays yet another kind, beautiful, wonderful, innocent, civil soul. Death on the tarmac, they call it except it’s death in a blanket in a home on a couch, where the monsters are not allowed. not even supposed to be.. Grievances, stupidity, wrongful, emptiness of consciousness aside Why? Why?…

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…

To sleep. Where?

  So where to sleep?  When there’s no couch, no mattress soft enough, no bench in the clouds, no hard sidewalk corrupted enough, where to sleep? The mute cat has a name. No, they will not give it yet. They only ask this question because the tree is too small, the cardboard boxes are not…