The day after the attacks in Paris I took a long walk in the country side. In the rolling green hills, past skeleton-gray trees coated in vibrant lime-green moss, I was escaping. Running from a fretful night spent contacting friends, reassuring family, and falling asleep in front of a glaring screen and unnerving announcements of the rising death toll on the radio. It was more … Continue reading le 14 novembre
4:13 and your breath comes in gasps over the line, between the thunderclaps of passing cars its murmur drowned out by their rattle in my ears. i thread my way through quiet gravel paths treading by Parisien dorms, silent-black under the blood-brown moon. 4:47 our fingers freeze together in the interminable cold. 5:02 Orion to the north Casseopia overhead and Venus, you tell me, to … Continue reading L’éclipse lunaire ii.
4:11 kuu…kuu…kuu… you coo la lune… la lune…the moon… the moon… and we watch with bated breaths as the earth falls like a rich drop of blood over its perfect porcelain platter kuu…kuu…kuu… Continue reading L’éclipse lunaire i.
My last post for this category. So there she is. Naive young girl, smart red dress, gray top, teal sneakers. Obstinately lugging her sewing machine through the airport. On her way to school in California and her senior year, supposedly full of stress and triumphs. But her head is still in the clouds. Golden ones floating above Paris from the Parc St. Cloud balastrade. Streaks … Continue reading An Epilogue of Sorts (traveling to Los Angeles after a summer in France)
But the moment I treasure the most happened the next day, spread out on the cool damp grass in le Parc de la Villette. A happen-chance message found us together again on the eve of my departure from Europe. Foreheads and noses touching, muscular thigh pressing into my taught sinews, hand encompassing my slim shoulder in a firm steady grasp. Somewhere on the periphery, traces of … Continue reading Pressing (Paris Love II)
Bittersweet really is a genius of a word. And the true compound nature of its eclectic taste didn’t ring in my mouth until I finally found someone who could have been the one. When logic followed romance in a millisecond to remember that he lived thousands of miles away and half a day ahead of me. I tasted it when we were torn apart, like black … Continue reading Coffee (Paris Love I)
Her eyes are as clear blue as the passing sky. I wonder what she’s thinking about and what she’s thought in the decades she’s passed. What does she see in the swiftly rolling hills and pastures? Are they new landscapes for her as well? Or does she know them exactly like she knows her hands: delicate and wrinkled with memories? Lips pressed into a straight, … Continue reading Lady (la deuxième, Lausanne to Paris by train)
Well, I just finished my internship today. So funny how attached I became. It was sad leaving the turquoise halls, Julien, Ben, Kim, Manu. It was fitting. A place where you’ve laughed and almost cried. A place where you felt like you had to defend yourself vehemently before realizing honesty and humility is actually more mature if more deprecating. A place where you’ve shared drinks … Continue reading Goodbye Blues (Paris)
Every morning I’m in a hurry to catch the L train into St. Lazare. And every morning on the way to the Sèvres-Ville d’Avray station I pass a little boy heading east on the other side of the street. Hustling along at my newly acquired Paris-sprint-trot, he and his mom and little brother simply blur into the multitude of faces on my morning commute as … Continue reading Fear (Sèvres)
On the way back to the Abesses station in Montematre I Spy 4 little boys gleefully chunking water balloons at each other and the occasional hapless passing tourist Chuckle. it’s sunny it’s late afternoon little remnants of colorful rubber litter the pavement damp from their generous recent showers Chortles of laughter scatter up the curve of the street and pieces of June scatter into clear … Continue reading Confetti in June