"Ars longa vita brevis." I drove up to the clinic in my friend’s silver Acura, my bottom half sliding back and forth across the gray leather seats. My emotions vacillated between numb and nervous. The parking lot was seventy-five percent full. The cars in the parking lot were average, not that I know a lot … Continue reading Young and Mortal

Ancient bells chime and travel to lounging lost lovers dark shadows usher the sound through steep silk laden stairways to reach their open ears amidst a conversation in which a breath taken before a sentence transforms words being bowed across the strings of the tongue creating a symphonic pleasure for the ears. Eros looks for … Continue reading The Vectors of Lyon

Qui-êtes-vous quand vous écrivez? Cette semaine, j'ai un invité Arthur Verlaine. Arthur vit à Saint-Denis et exploite un stand près de Notre Dame où il vend des souvenirs de Paris. Dans son temps libre, il écrit et joue de la basse dans un groupe de jazz. Je ne peux pas vous joindre Je sais que … Continue reading L’état de conscience à Saint Denis