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…

Letters

A pack of letters sitting blank on the desk, a writing endeavor. The mute cat sits still on the cards ready to send joy in this sad bright season. Well, we say! This is becoming Haiku December! Or something like that. Our favorite activity to do this month is sending holiday cards.  What’s your favorite…

Dino’s tea party… let it continue!

“Well, it is certainly not opera.” “Mmmmmm, yes.” “And yet…..” “Oh please! ‘And yet’? Well, I’ve got one thing to say. This tea has been a disaster. And to say that you want this to be a gift??? This loud raucous is no gift!” Mrs Longneck had said that last one. The ladies is all…

Dino’s Tea Party… Interrupted!!

BAM!!! went the drum. Wait, there were drums? Why yes!! The hourglass suddenly was pleased with himself. He was sad though; the drums were him. If only. No, it was a late arrival: the second drummer of the jazz band, who had missed the last bus. Entering the hall, he accidentally stumbled over himself and…

A Dino’s Tea Party …. A Surprise Comes.

Jazz. Jazzy. Jazzy all around. The eldest ladies wanted to cover their ears. One of them glanced back at the teapot, nonchalant as always. “Marine! What are you doing?” Madame Dino cried out to her daughter. Now, it wasn’t just jazz, you understand. It was an art. Musicians, brainpower. Thunder cracking in the air. Not…

A dino’s 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…

une histoire, un espace,

Une histoire d’un autre jour, c’est ce dessin que je porte en moi. Qu’est-ce? Un espace qui demande d’être accompli. Un voyage qui demande d’être fait. Mon désir de savoir qui est mieux? Personne. Juste donnes-moi cet espace à être rempli.  Ce voyage à accomplir. Les rouges, les bleus, les dorés, cet océan, cette mer….

first thoughts on a revolution

The first night Nighttime hippies, hip, old school styles. All red. All green. All white. All cardboard “Solidarity”, waving flags. I’ve never felt at home anywhere really. Maybe sometimes. But this night was a dream. It was home. Tartines au zaatar. 1 lookoom per person. 1 famous singer of our very own rock alternative band….

clippings of a Revolution.

Emotions on Lebanese Revolution: Second night Excitement has never hit me like tonight. Arabic, French, English all in one sentence. Yes to my childhood again. Not those summers in France. My father knows you. But not me. Yet it’s all I ever dreamed of, unconsciously.   Beginning of the second week Writing session. Setting: Manousheh,…

Ce Chah tellement…

La queue en l’air, tout joyeux. Le Chah sait se faire connaître. Vous entendez son ronronnement de loin.
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