0 Robin in a winter snow scene

Robin, as you sing your red breast swells

between the frosty branches in this wintry glow.

You cock your head and listen to the bells


0 Mythical sirens seducing sailors. In Homer's Odyssey.  Credit. David Parker/Science Photo Library

Bereft on the sand

he pleads for the tide to return,

soothe his wounds and take him away.

He calls to the moon

but the sea steals his words.

Bared to the wind, face scored by storms

his hair lifts and strays like the listless Sargas…

A Vanished Friend

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They told me horses play with balls

kick them, chase them

so I gave my horse a white one the size of her thighs

rolled it over the rye towards her

she raised her head for a moment’s surprise

then turned away

buried her nose in the t…

October : The Hunt

0 Photo: P. HUGUEN/AFP

They’re shooting pigeons up in the air

shooting wild boar berserk in the woods,

they sway in the corn with their rifles loaded

aim with the warm red wine in their veins

shoot their leader in the foot

shoot their neighbour on the shins