“Why does everyone look so unhappy!” Bursting with heroin, a New York lady Makes her presence known, boarding the subway. “People, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day!” Stumbling with sacks into a nearby seat, She mumbles about how she’ll live on… Read More ›
In a New York Belgian restaurant a woman’s coat lies open on the floor. She has just slept through the most important meeting of her life. An art dealer is waiting for money from Turkey and talking heatedly into… Read More ›
Welcome to the third installment of the limerick project—which began in May 2017 with Pence, Trump and Comey. This part takes the collection from August 13 to September 3, 2017, with a new poem having been added daily. Part I… Read More ›
POETRY October 2013, augmented May 2017 It is quite some time now that the haiku has made its way across the Pacific, and many an American, adult and school child, has tried their hand at imitating the form and sensibility… Read More ›
A little break from the political news. For the English version, just click. Le célèbre inspecteur de police et sa femme visitaient New York, où ils logeaient dans un immeuble, désuet mais confortable, déniché sur airbnb. Un soir, rentrant… Read More ›
I drafted this essay in French and then translated it into English, exploring a few nuances in the process. The results appear below in a bilingual format. Pdfs uniquement en français or just in English are available for the clicking. The images,… Read More ›
1 Driving a friend’s car, turn on the radio, NPR, I think. An actress is talking up a play she is in. Once a big name in Hollywood, now she is doing Brecht at a regional theater. She’s knows the… Read More ›
