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Field
Poésie

Field

I could run my fingers along the mud-brown furrows
through tufts trussed up with the precision of a barber,
trace the shape of your sweeping curve.
My field is lined with plaits of green.

But harvest stubble stiffens dry
from gold to grey unde…

Glow Worm
Normandy Notebook | Poésie

Glow Worm

Cup in hand I take my tea at midnight
down a darkening track
lush chestnut oak and elm hang heavy
wheat field hushed, summer breeze between the husks halted.
Silence is a darkness too familiar.

Breath of cattle huddled by the fence
shadows si…

Grizzly
Alaska | Poésie

Grizzly

Scrabbling for the last of the blueberries
bearberries, crowberries, crab-apple –
anything left of the dying autumn
to stock up your more than mountainous frame
copper sheen in a slanting sun
soon ready to curl up in a
bomb of a ball in a den.

Walking
Poésie

Walking

I took to the woods, walking as we used to do
underfoot the leaves decaying
the earth beneath us soft and mute.
I take a stick, am knocking, knocking,
it won’t let me in.
not here, not here, you whisper
keep walking, walking.

I follow the st…

Jostled by Ghosts
Poésie

Jostled by Ghosts

You never would imagine he could close up like that,
like an oyster, wrinkled mouth sealed shut
contours of hermetic rock.

I tried to prize him out of his privacy,
bore through the crustaceous shell
but everyone told me he was impenetrable.

Hump-back
Poésie

Hump-back

Hump-back in a huff and a puff you loll
bask in the waves sighing, pitching your tail
curling to hide some bad mood as you roll
over surface so still you tip, slide and sail…

Kotzebue(ty) in Alaska
Alaska | Blog, Features, Articles

Kotzebue(ty) in Alaska

It was the 4th of July and we were in the Iñupiat town of Kotzebue, the largest community in Northwest Alaska.  Kotzebue is on the Chukchi Sea north of the Bering Sea and opposite Russia, some 50 kilometres north of the Arctic Circle.  Before the Europeans came it was a major Arctic trading port between the Russians and the Iñupiat Eskimos who traded in fur, skins and seal-oil, and later in gold. Trade increased with the arrival of the whale boats and missionaries.

The Hat
Fiction

The Hat

John stood in front of his mirror.  His hair was receding, it was falling out at an alarming rate.  He inspected his scalp and decided: yes, he’d have to get a hat.   The cream wasn’t working.  He’d been rubbing it in for three weeks but that was not…

Tall Ship
France | Poésie

Tall Ship

Parade down the Seine estuary

She slides over still-water, sails spread like a swan
ribbons flickering, kites in the wind;
proud her prow, stroked by today’s summer breeze.
Sailors waver like swifts in the masts
as she parades down th…

The Harvest Ball
Poésie

The Harvest Ball

There was a little girl who wore oak leaves in her hair
red berries round her milk-white neck, and a crazy stare.

Her dress was made of lace which hung like mist around her feet
and round her wrists an amethyst as purple as her blood.

Her mot…

Angel
France | Poésie

Angel

A crow lies frozen in the furrows

claws to the sky.  In a distant field a horse

neighing.  We await

the thaw.  But the horse is still calling,

another crow avidly feeds on his friend

while the buzzard hovers, switches, soars.

The sk…

Hidatsu
Poésie

Hidatsu

It happens at sunrise and sunset, her call
and the arch of her back,
the light catching the specks of salt on her spine.
She falls slowly, cascading into the bay,
carving through waves, streaming through sargassum
then resurfaces, lips lined wit…

House of Shells
Poésie

House of Shells

(illustration by French artist Christine Chamson)

He came washed up, limbs wavering
shells caught in the net of his Sargasso hair
the glint of the sea lodged in his eye
the roar of its jubilance caged in his ear.

His mouth was a cavern of wo…

Narcissus
Poésie

Narcissus

He buttoned up his leaf jacket

soaked his shoes in brine

laced them up with marigolds

snatched a hat of sundrenched hay

sprinkled it with buttercups

broak a branch from the willow tree

strode along the track spread out by the moon

October : The Hunt
Poésie

October : The Hunt

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

The end of glyphosate: French government online website opens to share alternatives
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The end of glyphosate: French government online website opens to share alternatives

Le 1er février le gouvernment a mis en ligne le centre de ressources pour accompagner les agricultuers  dans la sortie du glyphosate.

Vous y trouverez des techniques alternatives, ex. association de plantes compagnes gélives sur colza; la herse ét…

October : The Hunt

They’re shooting pigeons up in the air shooting wild boar berserk in the woods, they sway in…
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