before the black decomposition of blue blue of fault then posthumous blue imprisoned blood stagnating in mud night… more →
till tinyCarolina Maine wrote 6 days ago: Veillees It is rest full of light, neither fever nor languor, on the bed or on the road. It is … more →
sisterrose wrote 3 weeks ago: God’s Dream By Charles Peguy The Lord God said: I myself will dream a dream within you, Good dreamin … more →
Michael Comenetz wrote 3 weeks ago: At the end of La Fontaine’s first fable, La Cigale et la fourmi [The Cicada and the Ant], the ant ad … more →
kato wrote 1 month ago: Ma jeunesse ne fut qu’un tenebreuse orage Traversé ça et là par de brillants soleils Le tonner … more →
PauvrePlume wrote 1 month ago: “Il pleure dans mon coeur . . . “ II pleut doucement sur la ville. Arthur Rimbaud Il ple … more →
Carolina Maine wrote 1 month ago: Les Grenades Hard pomegranates sundered By excess of your seeds, You make me think of mighty brows A … more →
Carolina Maine wrote 1 month ago: The Pretty Redhead Here I am before all a man of sense Knowing life and death as much as a human bei … more →
Carolina Maine wrote 2 months ago: Mon Dieu m’a dit… God said: “My son you must love me. You see My pierced side, m … more →
daniellelaliberte wrote 2 months ago: In my WST 501 class this week we have been discussing the slave history of France and Canada. The fo … more →
pensum wrote 3 months ago: There was no need for more Than to touch the cheek and contemplate closely the moss at the foot of t … more →
Carolina Maine wrote 3 months ago: Night falls, soothing to lascivious old men My cat, Murr, hunched like some heraldic sphinx, Uneasil … more →
Carolina Maine wrote 3 months ago: I would like to thank everyone who commented on my earlier post as it helped me to put things into p … more →
Carolina Maine wrote 4 months ago: Matin Yet now I think I have finished the tale of my inferno. And inferno it was; the old one, … more →
Carolina Maine wrote 4 months ago: It is a definite possibility that more of William Jay Smith’s poetry will be featured on Poet … more →
pensum wrote 5 months ago: I can no longer see anything in the sky but a large white dog devouring the moon. This dog is not a … more →
R J Dent wrote 5 months ago: I’m sorrowful, widowed, disconsolate, the Prince of Aquitaine whose tower’s in ruins; my lone star’s … more →
Loup Kibiloki wrote 6 months ago: "Moi qui scelle les fleuves aux rives, fileur des eaux, fixeur des givres..." La ville all … more →
Carolina Maine wrote 6 months ago: Fin de journee en province Passed the end of a day in the provinces. A gray sort of town, carefully … more →
Loup Kibiloki wrote 6 months ago: Batik Sehir à Kekova, Turquie: la Ville engloutie, the Sunken City. Source: lien sur l'image. Ra … more →