Je n'en veux à quiconque, mais j'avoue avoir eu des rancunes. Que de temps ne faut-il pas pour ameublir la terre! Maturité...

A poem about the night. A poem about the day. The clock is ticking. Winds swirl. Speak with a low voice, speak less. The poem, as I wrote it, is a poem in and of itself.

Poetry captures in a short moment living things surrounding us. A single word could carry varied meanings, when it is craftely ushered in

Voilà mes carnets de guerre et mes navires de guerre. Nuance. Les femmes hésitent indéfiniment, les hommes, heureusement, ne s'en lassent.Je dédie ce bel ouvrage à tous ceux qui  voudraient bien reconnaitre...

Written to unearth creatures and open doors for them. Unemotional. Cold meditation

Little by little Jacob built a love nest, happiness welled up inside him, for he had wifey gorgeous Mary by his side. Also Mary gave him two little kiddies. Well, Mary had deserved, with her lush farmlands......