An afternoon at the lake


Ducks are gliding In the middle of their heart Shaped pond Feather-plucking And chasing each other It makes me wonder About the small pleasures Like the mindblowing taste of a soggy piece of bread Or letting your bare feet Dance in water The decadence of floating through life Next to a wet partner Knowing that…

Sunny Days


The birds came out this morning Chanting with such a tiny voice While flapping their lazy wings I’m happily watching them Through this warm coffee shop window And I’m starting to feel sexy Sunlight in my heart I’m about to open my own wings again I feel the trepidation of hot summer days Smoothing what’s…

Benches


As I sit alone on this waterfront bench I see these ladies, walking briskly in the sunlight One holding a little one against her heart The other pushing it on four strolling wheels They are talking, walking, laughing, holding And I am wondering Writing what it must feel like To be able to hold on…

Grey memories


She was happy, once upon a time.  Now that’s the only thing she holds on to.  Those almost forgotten moments of happiness crashing in waves on her scratched up life board. You see, she seems to forget stuff.  Lots of stuff.  The not so particular kind.  Like the name of that man she never really…

Always


It’s on rainy days That I miss your touch the most Laying in bed Hearing the soft drops caressing the glassy windows And I imagine you Behind a bar late at night On the ice Riding an ocean wave Holding a kids hand in a hospital Rocking a microphone and collecting the applauses Whoever you…

Douce langue


Ça fait du bien à l’âme d’écrire en français, de retourner un peu à ses racines.  Je vis une double vie depuis quelques temps déjà.  Parler une autre langue, toucher la tienne, me fait oublier un peu plus chaque jour qui je suis. Cette double vie devient sournoisement la mienne, celle qui doit maintenant être…

Dick picking!


(By the way, this song is supposed to be a fun way to laugh at this whole dating process.) Soooo, I’ve received yet another dick pic last night….after the other 2 ones from the day before.  Yes they exist, and furthermore, they seem to be the online dating normal currency. I’ll never get used to…

Crashing Waves


I saw him last night, holding another woman’s hand, and I wondered how his fingers would feel intertwined in mine.  I’ve yet to find someone that makes my heart beat faster more then one night. This past week has been full of goodbyes.  Some harder then others, some you never thought you never had to…

Stairwell to Heaven’s Floor


It’s when the light flickers that special moments tends to manifest themselves. When the light bulb in your brain goes on with a life changing idea, when it goes off quietly at the end of someone’s life.  Lights, switching, swaying, with every emotions awakening. A sparkle in your once cold heart, a new shinest in…

Glimpse of Lovin


When a bunch of random letters suddenly becomes words.  When a bunch of sparse words give birth to sentences.  When sparse papers lying around my apartment floors becomes a new world.  When I see you in the deep universe of your eyes. Just a bunch of old and new stuff, that I’ve never published yet. …

Lighthouse


I see the light turned on at night Like a lighthouse, calling my name Fifth floor in the corner of my heart An elevator ride away to heaven …. Love is a complicated status Quo not being a possibility Is it wrong to touch you? While thinking of someone else… Between the wavy sheets I…

Metal


The stylist has been trying this stupid up do for almost an hour now I’ve lost so much of everything with the chemo The leaves are falling too fast on this early evening I take a deep breath And tell him to try again I’ve got less than half an hour before putting my dress…

The borders of reality


Being a writer means bringing new worlds to life, playing with words to make brain imageries or even, if we are lucky, maybe make you feel something. I always write as if it’s happening to me.  I find it makes it more real, believable. The line is always blurry between what’s real and what’s not,…

Pins and needles


We are all made of constellations.  The stars in our soul always pulsates towards new beginnings, better ones.  Sometimes I lose myself in your lights, crossing paths with your body’s melodies.  Stepping in the hand of time. Its funny how fictions can become realities, its lovely when our planets collide.  You make me shine brighter…

Let’s get wild


So….I’ve been dating, for a while now.  What a fucking waste of time ! Today I got fed up, deleted all those fantasy apps.  Done. Arrivederci! Now what ?  What will I do with my boring nights ?  No more texting away, no more boring dates, no more false hopes.  I’ve never been truly single…

Purple memories


Its because of the lilacs This lingering smell of childhood Sunny afternoons Days slowly moving to nights Windowns open Fresh ideas flying in Full life right in front Barely hiding Behind the floating curtains I get emotionnal just thinking Reliving theses moments Cause your smell reminds me of them And its summer again In the…