A pot of lavender

Always, never, almost waiting? A prowl through the lavender, or perhaps, another stage of life, previous. How to turn back time when we cannot? I left New York. I wonder, did I leave you too? No baggage claim fixes what we wait for, yesterday, today, tomorrow, this evening. my cat Seems to be ever mute…

untitled. for him. for them.

A crime against humanity my ancestors never asked for. The bells are ringing, warning in his ears, rockets, a pink cloud of fire. Tonight is the night he thinks. I can’t die yet.  Dust clouds thick here for days on end. Never stops. All we want is a savoury manouché, kick around the ball, dabke…

La grêle

De la grêle. Encore et encore et encore. Non mais ENCORE?! Les oiseaux disparaissent aussi soudainement. Même pas un foutu pigeon dans le scénario. Et ce pays qui crève. Ou qui va crever. Allez! On entre dans nos prisons, nos quatre murs ! “Faut pas sortir ma petite dame!” crie le poids lourds à la…

democracy, or that muted radio.

If you look hard enough, in the corner of your eye…. You see it. A blue standard, they call a symbol…    it’s a fickle one, I say. But…. They said this was democracy, one step forward to better, one more injustice fought,all because of a victory, which was no victory, but apparently no one asked…

Un an… de mouvances. Une défense de quoi?

Un an et un mois s’est écoulé déjà depuis le début des confinements. Une année mouvementée, qui est à tout jamais gravée dans les pages de l’Histoire et qui continuerait. Le mouvementé s’est traduit par la reprise de manifestations dans les rues contre certaines formes de corruptions institutionnelles, et, en partie aussi, dans de nombreux…

She knows.

She has her father’s smile. Even,probably,in pain, her smile is wide. I peer at her, my gnarled knotted hands have held her curious gaze again and again.Only a month old,what a feisty little one.Like that red bear ball on the couch. Reach for it. Reach for it now. Reach –––––– and she babbled to it….

Open letter to you: it wasn’t enough.

Justice has been served, they said. And yet, here we are again. Simply a sigh of relief as the jury signs off its declaration. Judgement has been passed. At last, one innocent soul has been granted recognition. That one innocent soul died before their time and now, they can finally be fully laid to rest….

Wallflower

The wallflower screams yet no one hears her. Yet she keeps in touch with everyone she cares about. Her opinion still matters but her voice is invisible, a little bit like the mute cat she hugs every night. He’s barely there, always there, completely useless as he’s mute. That’s her opinion. Muted. She relished in…

Of Women and rights and minds….

(when a story gets too emotional and personal..) The opening scene is a reminder that our societies have not changed much. Toxic masculinity at its worst. And, of course, even today, we are expected to be nice. Not our advice to us all. We prefer screaming out and being direct. (I have always wanted to…

A fool’s errand

It’s that first of the month again, un jour où tout le monde pose le lapin devant la porte fermé mais pas devant.. each day is a fool’s errand and today is no different. Today is the day we were supposed to be fools and joke about it. We played the fools, prank the entire…