“A dino tea party”

Time was a fickle devil. The teapot wonders at this. She has not been solicited yet but the scones were almost out. The ladies of the Rex Club were now too busy munching on their tea sandwiches to realize the pink tutu-clad dino waltzing through just as La Traviatta began playing. Someone at some point…

1000 words of support.

Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry.Don’t worry….

relationship with thyself the ancestor

I hear the silence on the past so acutely It screams and I have no idea how to react.

Musings of late night non travesties

My life – is it hell do you think?Is it up in flames.What have I built?A house of cards. Why? Because it will fall Inevitably. Like the concrete jungle I admireandworship in the ungodly temple. Flames of destruction. Or flames of neglect, you put us through. Who is “us”? I don’t know. I can’t remember….

a thousand words of trauma.

You are not ok. You are not ok. You are not ok. You are not ok. You are not ok. You are not ok. You are not ok. You are not ok. You are not ok. You are not ok. You are not ok. You are not ok. You are not ok. You are not…

mille mots

Répète après moi. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire. Respire….

Le clocher et le spectre de l’Histoire

  Petite histoire rédigée en 2015 à Strasbourg. Little story of mine thought up in 2015, Strasbourg. Written in French.   Au coin du clocher vit un homme. La cloche lui dit un jour : “Barthélémy! Barthélémy! Pourquoi te caches-tu?” Barthélémy se relève avec grand soupir. “Cela fait des siècles que je suis là, en…

yet another thousand words

Repeat after me. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out….

A thought for me. A thought for you.

A poem for today.

a thousand other words

Repeat after me Stop judging. Stop judging. Stop judging. Stop judging Stop judging. Stop judging. Stop judging. Stop judging. Stop judging. Stop judging. Stop judging Stop judging. Stop judging. Stop judging. Stop judging. Stop judging. Stop judging. Stop judging Stop judging. Stop judging. Stop judging. Stop judging. Stop judging. Stop judging. Stop judging Stop judging….