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…

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…

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…

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…

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…