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…

water on the horizon

…… Watermelon season fast approaching how to get water without ripping veins open. Call me. Show me a sign Last week, we left you with the line “Watermelon season fast approaching” and it is watermelon season. We continue the verse with that line to give you a head starter.  À la semaine prochaine 🙂  or…

Rambling through

He is a rambling poet tangerine cat posing in the window across the street as he continues éloge in the quarry no tissues to spare for the farewell Mesdames et messieurs! Ladies and gentlemen! Our dear friend Maisy challenged us to a photo chase of three words. We did it and then we thought “why…

the walk into Tenebris

I spoke a verse and it disappeared into the shadows of witchery and lanterns in the dark, projected by Night’s glory. Before making its appearance again in this ink well, knowledge behold. Joyeux mois de juin! Happy June! Oui, déjà. On est un peu stressé en ce moment mais on vous laisse avec ce vers….

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…

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,…

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…

Desires of a king

Below, mesdames, messieurs, and everyone else, is a verse written for a fellow being. The mute cat salutes them wherever they may be. Lounging like a pacha I am, Just waiting, in agony perhaps, or maybe my cabinet has not arrived. Either way, though I cannot say, exquisitely, I end my day, in such an…