He was lucid but the expression on his face was thick with blankness. Or maybe it could've been a deep, trifling concentration, a rare investment, If one was to capture it in a photograph of language, it would translate such: eyes slightly narrowed, brows furrowed, the line between them deep and important.
Read MoreClara sortit son carnet bleu et nota : « cet homme assis à ma gauche se moque -t’il de moi ? » Elle noircit son carnet de plusieurs points d’interrogation avant de reposer son crayon. Elle fit glisser son regard vers la table en terrasse où l’inconnu lisait, paisiblement. « Soleil couchant », Faulkner, éditions Folio, le livre qu’elle venait d’achever, l’avant-veille, assise exactement à la même table de café, place Gambetta.
Read MoreA man
in a black waistcoat and polished shoes
A silver pocket watch dangling from bony fingers
and a bouquet of yellow poppies tucked underneath his arm
He looks up and whistles softly
Laughing, taunting,
Push me down
Faces looming,
over ground
On this earth so cruel,
with time I shall duel,
for my life is slipping away,
little by little every day
Un matin de septembre, le Canada m’est apparu comme la destination de mon voyage. Bill, mon patron, m’a encouragé à prendre « le temps qu’il faudrait ». Mes collègues de bureau sont venus me serrer la main en silence.
Read MoreOne September morning, it occurred to me that Canada was the place where I really wanted to go. My boss Bill told me to take “as much time off as needed”. One by one, my colleagues came to say a silent good-bye.
Read MoreMy dreams seep into my pillow
Dissolving
As the alarm cackles and sways
Nibbling my ear
That little drop of dew,
swooping down from the sky,
and coming towards you,
like a tear from up high
The dark sky covers everything,
It is the past and the future,
Everything is black except the stars that float in the sky like a song that has not been sung.
The tongue of it swooping in
light blotted out
stained by the spreading whoosh
of an intertwined path
looming over
Hovering above you
present and threatening
of a nature slithering
towards time itself
Breathing hard
and the monsters surrounding me
Scream for help
but the pain is silencing me
Thump Thump Thump
is the sound of my heart beating
He breathed without a reason to
A sky with just a single star
He turned, and looked right back at you
To hear that music from afar
What does a broken heart look like?
Is it an ugly, only-coloured gash in the vital organ?
Is it a feverish swelling of the skin enveloping it?
Read MoreOn this earth so cruel,
With time I shall duel
For my life is slipping away
little by little every day
Read MoreOn days in December,
I often look at the Christmas tree,
It is so snowy,