Micro poésie du vendredi…
L’été, C’est se méprendre en fermant les yeux, entre un coup de vent et la course de tes doigts sur ma joue…
Category: summer
Living with a giant… (My life in the mountains)
No one had seen it coming… Not even us, I must say. It sure wasn’t meant to be, but I don’t see how things could have been any different in the end… My family lived by the river, his people far into the mountains. Me and my sisters were growing up in a world…… Continue reading Living with a giant… (My life in the mountains)
Cupid carries a gun…
Several times, I had to pull Cupid’s arrows from my broken heart… But when I met you, He machine gunned me to the floor. In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and Rosema from A Reading Writer .
Micro-poésie du vendredi…
Elle espérait le retour de la chaleur, ou était-ce de son homme? L’espace, déjà trop court, de quelques timides matins. Répis, le temps d’accepter l’incontournable arrivée de l’automne Après les derniers soupirs langoureux de l’Été Indien…
Harvest moon…
Where do you run to when the harvest moon hits you? Nowhere, said the moon, nowhere will you be safe from me tonight. And she knew it was the truth. The cold, naked truth. No matter how well she looked around, she knew there was no use in reaching out her aching arms… Your sorrow is…… Continue reading Harvest moon…
The pier…
-You should put on some sunscreen… She was turning her back to me. Sitting on the end of the dock, he feet were swaying back and forth in the air between the wooden platform and the water. Her pink tank top offered her palish skin to the sun, making me somehow jealous. -You shoud…… Continue reading The pier…
If you came to Montréal… (5 part 2)
Ready to finish that walk? I thought I’d be nice with you and give you a map of our tour… That way, if you do come to Montréal but don’t wish that I guide you around, you’ll be able to get by on your own. But I really recommend using my services, because, I just…… Continue reading If you came to Montréal… (5 part 2)
If you came to Montréal… (5)
I told you a few times, that I would bring you to what we call “Le Vieux Port”. Today, I must have had an air bubble going through the brain. I decided to put on the cute little black summer dress I bought 5 years ago – I am sooo not a dress-girl usually -…… Continue reading If you came to Montréal… (5)
Gone missing…
She woke up in the cheap motel room with a splitting head ache. Nothing familiar around her, aside from the clothes on the floor, and the empty bottles left here and there, reminding her of the blurry evening she had spent the night before. A new knock on the door. The noise had awakened…… Continue reading Gone missing…
Cyranny’s Jukebox…
Little song to start the week… Québec band, as usual, Les Trois Accords write humorous songs. This one, Tout nu sur la plage (literally Butt naked on the beach) talks about, well, yeah… A naked guy walking on a beach! Very summery uh? You know how it goes. I hope you’ll enjoy it! And don’t hesitate…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
Cyranny's Cove 