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 ❤️

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…

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,…

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…

Media, skewered angles, and civilization

To be uncivilized, you have to be a monster. Not an animal, but a monster. In the past few weeks, we have seen prices sky rocket to new horrible proportions around the world. Genocides continue, violence and wars continue in many regions across the globe. Raging because jealousy is a human emotion men cannot learn…

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…

The photographer

They have to get out of the frame to see the picture. Don’t get attached. Get detached. No emotions, all emotions. you’ll feel because you’ll know. In your eye, the photographer will see you. They must. They see the atmosphere of the shot. Their lenses can tell a million stories, starting with the one. Dancing…

rays of sun.

Rays of a typical NYC afternoon down upon us and I go my own way. We came to pay a visit to our history. What we found were just a few reminders of a town I have not seen again. A few reminders of something more recent, a war in secret, half still shrouded in…

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…