what is life worth?

life – living breathing one more time he thinks… throwing cigarette in a crunch.. Welcome to the end of June. Bienvenue à la fin de ce mois de juin.  We have been following the news but local lives have been rollercoasters so we’ll write here in July. Nous avons suivi les infos mais on va…

rêve de cauchemar sur mont

Death in the mountains he looks away almost in shame Watermelon season fast approaching This week, we’re writing poetry again. (We’re too exhausted for something else.) Not everything is happy in life and this little verse is part 1 of a piece we’re working on.   Enjoy ❤️

ramblings in a vineyard ou comment partir en weekend

Je me pose des fois la question, si à un moment donné, je ne regrette rien. Un billet de train trop cher, ou un voyage à Paris qui va, une fois de plus, être chargé de beaucoup de self control. And then, oui c’est bilingual, je me dit: “No it’s fine. It’ll bite later.” Ou…

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,…

Fireworks

Fireworks ablaze sounds more like a war or an avalanche to me be careful, be safe. Tis no new year with all around, omicron here, even so, I see no good tidings, just simply, people calls, and rejection notes, One after the other … … … … … … … … … … … ……

Muette comme la mouette

Hier soir, j’étais une mouette. Elle s’est installée dans le sable. Bien enfournée mais la tête dehors vers l’horizon. Un oeil ouvert, Moitié fermé. Surveillance totale. pour quel? Aucune idée mais que pour l’horizon.

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…

home and the silence from above.

Words from a late night solitary loneliness. Before the chaotic horrors of this week. Home is a place I no longer know. Home is a place I cannot understand. Home is a place I dream of. Except. It is dark. It is black. It is a nightmare. It is the unknown. I don’t know what…

A mark on solitude.

I stand on the brink…..   The rest of the sentence does not matter. What matters is where I am. What am I? This year marks a very weird year. And we all have something to learn. (Yes, we are only halfway there.) Be pro-active, everyone says. Unfortunately, it’s harder done than said. What is…

Book review : L’Appartement témoin

Imaginons un homme. Imaginons un fantôme. Imaginons un esprit. Les rêves sont réelles. C’est ce que l’on nous dits, enfants. Mais est-ce vraiment le cas? J’ai lu L’Appartement Témoin, ce premier livre signé Tatiana de Rosnay. Publié en 1992, cela raconte l’histoire d’un homme, divorcé, perdu, et nouvellement emménagé dans son propre appartement. Le rêve?…