. If I leaned To your ear… And softly whispered My secrets. If I offered you My dreams, My doubts, If I ever let You Take control, Navigate my scarred Skin… If I let you be My sailor, Maybe even My next of kin. Would you You say you regret Missing The chance to kiss…… Continue reading My strawberry lips…
. I must be honest, three weeks ago, I didn’t have a clue where Odessa was. I knew it was a city, and that it probably was on some coast, somewhere. Because one of the biggest fish and seafood markets in Montréal is called Odessa. But for some reason, if I had had to guess,…… Continue reading A night in Odessa…
Why are you so nice to me? He was back in the kitchen, preparing some coffee but she knew he could hear her. The night before, when she had texted to say she could use some company, he had driven to her place in no time, and insisted on bringing her to the cabin…… Continue reading At the cabin…
Previously posted August 19th of 2018. Sitting at the kitchen table, pretending to be going over his day writings, he glanced her way. Humming an old lullaby to herself, she was cleaning their dishes, like she always did. She didn’t seem unhappy, but how could he be sure? Sometimes at night, when the…… Continue reading Evening doubts…
The best love story is a book half written. Pages filled with a chance encounter, a chassé-croisé of mutual seduction, promised kisses, longed for caresses, and a handful of doubts and worries to get writer’s block. Love song lyrics, new perfume smell on the pillow, tears, laughters, cries and sighs… It is a pen,…… Continue reading The best love story…
As part of my “Let me be your voice” project, once again, I am honored to host the story of a lovely reader who sent me a painful recalling of her past. I wish there were no such stories to share, but since there are… I hope letting it out at last will help and…… Continue reading “Let me be your voice” project – Sleeping with the enemy…
Yes, with an exclamation mark, nothing less! During the week end, I checked out my statistics a bit. I try my best not to spend too much time worrying about them, because it would surely suck the fun of Blogging out of the Cove for good! Statistics are tricky… When things are going well, let’s…… Continue reading Hello, World!
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