Then came the time for essential questions. Children are always the ones who ask them. The ones adults leave unanswered, claiming there is no answer. Except sometimes philosophers, scientists, poets. Who are bereft like the very littlest. Who reach about the same conclusions—the same lack of conclusion—as they do. Read more →
Freighter blue on Adriatic! Hi!
Blue cranes on the edge blue tongues of girls
behind the glass, tongue out, ick! whatever
girl swimmers laugh, flexible as
ever
In swimming flexibility is key
swim = slip, glide, fly, embrace on
the run, go off, grow up
“You’re late,” Madame McKinnon said for the third time, tugging on the left sleeve of her dress.
She appeared quite content to stay in her armchair. In fact, it appeared to be her favourite pastime – pulling her sleeves and telling people they were late.
“You’re awfully late,” she repeated.
“Yes, Madame, I do apologize, it’s because of the bus, as I said…”
I want to be somewhere else, Marie Bilodeau thought feverishly. Read more →
Stingy north suns have dried their skin to paper.
Do not make them get up. Here movement spells loss.
Their trouserbacks spinnaker toward noplace.
I look at myself in the mirror. My hairdresser is struggling without success; it just isn’t working. I am not terribly concerned, I’m not really paying much attention, I’ve been [More…]
c’té jour-citte
impossible de faire un tour en ville Read more →