Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive Continue Reading

“I am listening to Istanbul with my eyes closed The drunkenness of old times In the wooden seaside villa with its deserted boat house The roaring Southwestern wind is trapped, My thoughts are trapped. I am listening to Istanbul with my eyes closed A bird is flying around your skirt I know if your forehead Continue Reading

I recall the first time I started reading the poetry of Rumi. It was in Juan-les-Pins, I had taken refuge on a stone sitting some metres away from the shore, surrounded by water and seaweed gently stroking its surface and orifices. I was pregnant with our son, wearing a canary yellow silk dress – one Continue Reading

I have a passion for stories of the bygone. For the curious and strange. For the beautiful but also for the discarded. My dreams fall somewhere south of the Garonne, in a manor house, with peeling walls, antiques that have seen better days, a library with rare and esoteric books, which is also doubling as Continue Reading

Someone sent me a poem yesterday by Rudyard Kipling – If— It’s one of those poems I knew about, but don’t think I ever read. And when I read, I had this strange epiphany as if it was speaking straight to me. In fact it managed to sum up all I read and learned – or Continue Reading

It’s late, approaching close to midnight. All is quite at home, with the only exception of a buzzing computer going into overdrive. I’m sitting on the floor, aimlessly watching it for what seems like an eternity. When I get up my back is aching and my legs are asleep. I massage them but they remain Continue Reading

IN THE RISING of the sun, and in its going down, we remember them. From the moment I wake till I fall asleep, all that I do is remember them. In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter, we remember them. On the frigid days of winter and the moments I Continue Reading

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like Continue Reading

“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was Continue Reading