Poems from “THE ROPEWALKER” series are published in ‘The Bees are dead” (US). The Bees Are Dead is a transatlantic webzine and online publisher committed to creating a safe-haven for…
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*** There was a long moment of falling as in a dream, or like the snow, a moment when the world came to a full stop, when the universe shrank…
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In May 2019, two poems from "The Ropewalker" series are published in Duck Lake Journal, Washington, US. Published quarterly, Duck Lake Journal is the literary magazine of Duck Lake Books, a not…
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*** Impossible to measure, Impossible to quantify, The silence In which I sit, By which I’m fossilised, Smelling the may bells, Thinking of you Unbuttoning your shirt, Unbuttoning your heart.…
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*** We keep our separate silences, Belgium outside is in clouds, trembles in spasms of rain, the skies leak through my fingers glued to the cold French window, the treetops…
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*** There was nothing left for us but to thank the stars for hearing the keys under these hands, under the hands without music, under the hands without any land…
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*** Sometimes I go to Honfleur, I walk its coble stones and forest roads, there is a lot of French noise: wine clinking, chanson and laughter, and in front of…
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*** The joy of that black night is still alive and pulsing in me. That joy is also to drive me on towards the white nights that I am dreaming…
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*** I didn’t know wether to laugh or cry when I saw a pixel today, extracted carefully from Mona Lisa’s hands, to make them breathe, to make them stand straight…
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For years she had swallowed it up in daily doses - the skin&bones models in little black dresses - she followed the rules, and even accepted to be a good…
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