An extra ring-bell
Since she didn’t quite understand how the world worked, she tried to draw it, in as much detail as possible. With her head bent over her paper for several hours, her tongue stuck out to the side, she carefully chose her markers and, dot by dot, tried to copy life. But it didn’t work. Then she thought about it a lot, scratching her head…
The people of my street
She divorced because she wasn’t happy. She arrived alone in this big empty house, without having taken anything with her. Alternating custody now deprives her of her children every other week. The ex-husband pick them up at the end of the street and they never see each other again. So she spends her days with her eyes glued to the oven: buns, yoghurt, lasagne……
Solitude(s)
This is the last time I will see him. It’s not a hunch or a hypothesis. I just know it. He walks briskly, chest out, fists clenched in the pockets of a crisp Levis. His eyes rub the pavement. He rushes down the rue de Lutèce and is soon swallowed up by the Guymer metro station. He hasn’t looked back once since he ditched…
Potential
I am still only a tiny bubble hidden at the bottom of a moss carpet. As modest as I am, I still feel like the whole world. I have potential as they say. It’s been tickling all around for a while now. It’s not unpleasant, but it’s unusual. It makes all my senses alert. Suddenly, it tickles a little harder, but only in one…
Comfort zone
I’ve been battling anxiety for two years now (well, many years actually, but the last two have been tough). A few months ago, after a period of unbearable distress, I was about to do a ‘bad thing’ when I said to myself: « OK, life sucks, but what about this? Or you quit now, or you try to do something you always wanted to do…
The rose and the lotus
A rosebud couldn’t stand being itself. He simply felt like he was suffocating. It had been going on for so long, he couldn’t even remember how long. He couldn’t stand it any longer, so he turned to the large flowering lotus not far from him and asked it:
Eyes
Eyes are an open gate A concession one shall not bate Mutinous or laughing Dull or rankling Warm or colder Whatever! Squeezing eye tint In a flickering glint Anatomy or flesh moving The awkwardness of a feeling Are but physical expression And so pale a compensation When this wonderful mystery Offering itself without modesty Ineffable, brilliant, silent For an hour or a moment To…
Cuddle
Every pore of her skin is a tiny mouth screaming with hunger. Touch me, caress me, graze me! Show me the limits of anguish. He snuggles into the heart of her smell. His hands recognize the cheeks, the neck, the shoulders, the back and lower. The two bodies soon become one. They taste each other for the smiling eternity of a quiet minute.
Orbatus filio
She leaves behind her the gnarled trunks of the park that have failed to shake her reverie. The sound of her footsteps bounces against the melancholy of the castle rampart. At the bottom of the alley, just at the foot of the multicentennial tower, a very small child raises his eyes towards her black hood and points his finger towards her: « Grandma! ». The crystalline…
The reconciliation
How long has she been curled up on the armrest, scowling? Probably long enough to be wondering why she started sulking in the first place. At the other end of the couch, despite a few furtive glances, he’s standing still. She wishes he would make a move toward her, but she knows very well he won’t. This is how she loved him, a silent…