-
Articles récents
Commentaires récents
paul calderaro dans Paris, I have come to say… Stina dans I SEE RED! XJ dans I SEE RED! Stina dans I SEE RED! XJ dans I SEE RED! Archives
- mai 2020
- avril 2020
- mars 2020
- février 2020
- mars 2019
- décembre 2018
- avril 2018
- janvier 2018
- décembre 2017
- novembre 2017
- février 2017
- janvier 2017
- décembre 2016
- novembre 2016
- octobre 2016
- mai 2016
- avril 2016
- février 2016
- janvier 2016
- décembre 2015
- novembre 2015
- octobre 2015
- septembre 2015
- août 2015
- juillet 2015
- mai 2015
- avril 2015
- mars 2015
- février 2015
- janvier 2015
- décembre 2014
- octobre 2014
- septembre 2014
- juin 2014
- mai 2014
- avril 2014
- mars 2014
- janvier 2014
- novembre 2013
- septembre 2013
- août 2013
- juillet 2013
- juin 2013
- mai 2013
- avril 2013
- mars 2013
- février 2013
Catégories
Méta
Archives mensuelles : janvier 2015
100 x 3 = x
LOVE 01 What we say and what we do. What we value. Being genuinely happy to see someone. Eye contact. The thought behind the gift, whatever it was. Feeling so lucky for all that you have, and all you have … Lire la suite
Christina’s Prayer
One time, it is a good story. One hundred times, it is a good writer. Christina, You don’t climb a mountain with your first step, With your first step, you learn to walk. Walk! The love of creation does NOT … Lire la suite
Acme Corporation
How can he ask me to write about love and conflict seperately? And then finally about joy, also separately? Are these three enigmas not an inseparable trilogy, each volume making much less sense without the other? Inextricably intertwined giving depth … Lire la suite
Micro Non-Fiction 02 : Mom
Homemade heart-shaped chocolate chip cookies on Valentine’s Day. Your amazing spaghetti and meatballs. How thrilled we were but how devastated you looked when dinner was crackers and honey. I remember ‘’I love you’’ in pen and the happy face stamp … Lire la suite
Micro-fiction 13: Authors
And now I bear an awful burden. I will approach him. He needs to know that I know. She should hear it from him. Her pain needn’t also be humiliation in one fell swoop! I will give him time. How … Lire la suite
Micro Non-Fiction 01: Daza
Remember me? We used to be best friends. We used to drink copious amounts of wine together. You used to dramatize Abba songs while I died on the floor laughing. Remember filling up on free bread to make two East … Lire la suite
Publié dans Micro Non-Fiction
Marqué best friends, Darren, Daza, friendship, loss, micro non-fiction
Laisser un commentaire
The Beauty in Error (The 5 W’s of Writing)
Wistful. I want to write in a journal with a favourite silky pen or a soft, gliding pencil on fresh, gleaming sheets of paper that smell deliciously of fresh, gleaming sheets of paper with a sweet hint of glue and … Lire la suite
Publié dans Uncategorized
Marqué error, handwritten, ink, paper, pen, writing
Laisser un commentaire
Poetry 04: Cars
These cars don’t know how to turn their engines off They don’t know how to drive from the passenger seat They don’t know how to cruise on the wrong side of the road Where there’s so little traffic and, danger, … Lire la suite
Unfinished Business
I am sat at the bar at the Ambos Mundos hotel in Havana, Cuba. It is Christmas Day. I should be fighting for a seat. I should be paying through the nose for these mojitos. Instead I sit here alone, … Lire la suite
Publié dans Uncategorized
Marqué Ambos Mundos, book clubs, Christmas Day, Cuba, happiness, Havana, Hemingway, Kilometer Zero, La Bodeguita, La Floridita, La Poesia Moderna, life is good
Laisser un commentaire
