A few weeks ago my grandfather (the french one) passed away. He was the first of my grandparents to go, I'm very lucky that they're so healthy, and his passing, as it is want to do, caused me to reflect a lot on death. As an Alpinist, death is a subject that I cannot hide … Continue reading In memory of a humble farmer
Category: Poetry
Candlelight
Candles are victims to Their flames, and the wicks Veinlike, and thick with cold Fire Are pre-shadowed upon Walls where they dance, And grow by the watch of nights Without mourning. And even then the day Breaks with its promise, And buckles And behind objects strewn Blackness speaks Such fierce vernacular, That shudders unseen from … Continue reading Candlelight
Come with me
There's a man living in my house. I rarely see him; he hides behind the mirror, and whines. The other day I found him and said: "Tell me, does the storm still rage, does the wind still blow?" "No." "Then why are you bent, and bracing and facing away?" "Well..." "What!? I see that you … Continue reading Come with me
Waiting
Another day of thunder thunder; wonderful. Wooden slats of broken sofas choke, strained fingers stretch. There's creaking in the eaves, in the wind and the leaves. And and eyes full of hope, sentences of belief, we, arm in arm by the skin of our knuckles grinding our teeth in a fist fight fairy tale. Still … Continue reading Waiting
The Diagnosis
Masons we stood and watched aghast as the stones that were laid crumbled, the hewn edges cleaved and cut blurred, and we scattered like hunted beasts to find that all was given with cracks and always was. So we howled for our gods to stop the floods and rejoiced perhaps missing that we were free, … Continue reading The Diagnosis
