saison turbulente

Rangement du jour une musique de cacaphonie on se demande où…….. là? Là. Là-bas? Là-bas. La boîte est trop grande. On a vu un oiseau particulier sur l’eau…… ça y est! Attrapes! Attrapes ce poisson . .. comme on attrapes ce qui nous plaît …. Bienvenue en cette saison où tout nous turbule en turbulence…

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…

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,…

Me, please.

I’m like those cats in the streets clamoring for affection Me! Me! Me! Me! please me. And yet I never do. Hi all! We’re cooking up a few pieces for here and not here so we leave you with the verse above. For info, we wrote this a few months back. Cheers and enjoy ❤️ …

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…

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,…

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…

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…