“Barbaric!”

It’s starting again… The lights are glowing The chalets are up and running, markets attracting the monstrous crowds, like moths to the flames, “Barbares! Vous êtes tous des barbares!” she calls out “Consumerism, stinking consumerism”, he wrote to her, full on, all languages confounded. Enjoy the bredele. Well, we told you we had something in…

Sky high

There’s a limit to the sky, girl with city vibes.. sky high’s the limit. We don’t know what to do with her after that. A very short text this week. Enjoy.  Also – we understand that a lot these many months has been mostly poetry. We know and we hope that everyone understands that the…

The Congress.

The congress of pigeons was around today. A huge congress took place on the roof and unfortunately no one agreed with anyone except on the sleeping arrangement. No, we’re four on this ledge. Yes, we’re all together. Ok. We’re all here. Do we start? No complaints? Ok. Let’s sleep. and they left the little birds…

He.

Il était beau. Une rencontre d’un quart d’heure. Comme d’hab. Un sourire. Un bonjour. Une conversation. Du soleil. Regard dans les yeux. Trois secondes. Stolen desires, I know thee well. He’s just a passing shadow. Gone in a flash. Tout comme les autres. C’est quand que tu restes? Beau gosse dans le train juste pour…

Murmur home.

I see the rising tide beneath the setting sun but the waves do not come crashing, tumbling down, spears at the ready for battle. No, they simply call and murmurrepeatedly, slinking around my feet, snaking, not unlike the kettle’s whistle when it welcomes the warmth of coffee, tea leaves, or the bottom of the cup….

Stages

3 stages of grief 3 stages of trauma 3 stages of anger I am the 4th stage. I carry all the stages of my lineage. It’s been a while… We took a little break from the blog. We’re not quite there yet but we think we’re ready to write again. Poppies symbolise remembrance and these…

visuals in our paths

In March, we asked “what is light?” “What does it bring?” We all have memories. They’re what makes us each an individual. Tainted with the colouring of our emotions. But light is also a prism. From one angle, we only see what we can see. Only when we turn into another corner or direction do…

Light to be, light to not

Light. It’s an element from nature, which makes us dream and anticipate at the same time. Every society in the world wrote about it, has been mystified by it at times. Divine or a warning? A hope in the dead of winter for some, it is also a cosmic force for many others.   Mostly…

Of kryptonite and sunsets

Dreams are kryptonite sometimes..  a sort of cryptic message, which can only come from you. And yet, and yet, you’ve taught me every time never to believe you. It’s that illusion no one sees coming. It is the dawn. Is it the sunset? I’m not sure. My history with you is empty. My history with…

Peace, one of a kind.

These empty streets you see are not what I see. But what is History? What is a people? And what, I ask you, is a state? Empty streets are just an illusion. In peace, it is early. In war, it is danger. What History has told us is always the truth. Sometimes, it is but…