...in the middle of the aftermidnight...

Poetry and music share rhythm, emotion, and structure, so in a way, poetry could be seen as a song waiting for a melody. But at the same time, poetry has its own unique power, using just words to create music in the reader’s mind.

"I am afraid my heart will get walled in by your high towers of steel and glass
While I dream alone, a multitude of stars twinkling in my eyes
This world rapidly shrinks as the discontent grows until we face an impasse
Where we stare in fear at each other, stuck in our own pretty lies."*

*Excerpt from "...In the middle of the aftermidnight...", now available on Amazon.

The Fishermen

Two fishermen stand quietly on their narrow wooden boat, dwarfed by the vast, silver waters of Koh Samui, Thailand. Heavy clouds loom overhead, casting dramatic shadows.  The scene is raw, stripped down to its elemental forces; man, water, and weather. A moment of stillness against nature’s immense and indifferent canvas.

Where have I been?

I cannot believe it's been a year since I posted to my blog. And it's not because there is nothing to blog about. On the contrary, as usual, I have been swamped. Last year, I published my second book. It is a play, a comedy, written in French. I would love to see it staged, but I don't know how to make it happen. Yet! 

This year, I have been working on my third book, which will be my second collection of poems. I plan to finish and publish it before my birthday in March 2025. I have been working on the book cover, and you can see what it looks like in the picture. Unless I change my mind again… 😁

I have put photography on the back burner for the time being, but here and there, I take out my camera and go on the hunt for a great shot. Like I said, I'm as busy as usual.

The Parisian fashionista

Le pas assuré et déterminé, le manteau virevoltant dans la douce brise de l'après-midi, elle semble flotter au-dessus de l'asphalte de la jungle urbaine.

The Devil Is In The Details

I speak several languages, and unfortunately, I am bound to make mistakes in almost all of them, no matter how fluent I am. On top of that, punctuation positions can be different unbeknownst to us. For example, where you place a question mark after a word in English is not the same in French. It comes right after the word in English, while in French, you need a space between the two. I also wrote in French on my US computer and keyboard, prompting auto-correction of words that did not need it and that I did not catch. When proofreading a manuscript, these tiny mistakes are tedious to rectify but necessary. I often find "mistakes" when I read a text, and I do not want my readers to wonder how I could miss some in my book.

After months of corrections, the book is finally ready and is available for sale. Hopefully, we caught most of the errors, and very few, if any, remain.