Flowers of EntropyCeci n'est pas une...What you hear is not the clatter of hooves, It's them, coming back: Hyperion, Mnemosyne, through channels and pores of the Earth, They arise: Phoebe, Oceanus. The Olympians tell tales of victory, but became so enlightened that they lost all, including names. Only Ophion's language remains. Nothing that began, goes away. We surround ourselves constantly with things that carry a price, but not their birth. From amongst them, the Titans are watching us. (Paris, 2024/ Lyon, 2025)
Dreaming Jan, my maternal grandfather
and some chairs. The light is its own shadow, and there is a suggestion of a window opening onto a garden full of phlox and wild strawberries. I can hear him whistling to the doves, I know that they never fail to come. They are white as the sun. He feeds them and then, with his craftsman's hands,
(no filter). I know everything is going to be well.
to earth, apple trees, good work, and God. (Copehagen, 2017; Mende, 2025)
L'apprentissageTrouver un travail, ranger la rocaille, voler la volaille - je veux apprendre. Franchir, Réussir Bleuir - oui, et tellement ! je veux apprendre, Parler français pour que je puisse faire ça. Voila. (Montpellier, 2020/ Lyon, 2025)
Orfée
Of all his names, they let him keep the one. Of all the fates, they spun Something like a safety net Or dreamcatcher, perhaps. He Had to keep going. He did not know which way was back. Just to be sure, he did not look Other than to the lamp inside the dream. But, then, he knew, of course, that without the crows on the snowy fields, It will cease to be Poetry, so he had to keep going And that is why. (Juvisy, 2025)
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(Juvisy, 2025)
Skinwalker songAll the king’s sons busy burning bridges All the king’s daughters tame as golden mud The land is free now but there is no one to mourn the dead: Fisherman, Lover, Walker of paths. The song that is sung, spirals, precedes the river, ahead, down the ghost waterline. All the king’s sons, and all the king’s bones, lie unburied, unloved - His heart still in the world. But void. His head nodding to music by those who believe that they are moving the mountains but not casting shadows There is no way to cross the water. They cannot cross. The bridges have all been burned. They were not of this world. They were The world. (Juvisy, 2025)
Abundance of birdsWhen I was Noah I took with me on the boat a pair of everything I’ve learned: The finds, losses, ideas, the heartbreaks, the hard-won transits. Butterflies, Birds. Birds. More birds. I took an abundance of birds, because They speak the languages from both sides of the flood The flood never stops. (Athis-Mons, 2026)
It furthers to have somewhere to goThe river does not flow all by itself, it is embraced by hills and fungi and roots: Together, they flow. We flow. You flow, I flow. Fishes and birds, they flow. Flowers overflow. Perseverance matters (Juvisy, 2026)
Jabbokwith my right foot I have fallen from grace whereas my left was assumed to heaven. Ladders, I never dream I dream stairs and lifts going up, and down, and sideways. What comes up, must cast a shadow What is moved, what flows will eventually surface face-to-face with you, brother, Joined at the hip (Juvisy, 2026)
AriadneHe found her sleeping on the beach by the sea, when he was passing through Naxos. He reached out into her dream and asked her to marry him. Many years later, he got killed by Apollo, his brother Everything was excellent. And yet, his death is not the end of the tale. He lives underground. He does not mind the darkness, the silence. He lives among the roots and the fungi. Not up there, not in the blinding light. He does not mind. His wife knows about finding the thread. (Paris, 2026)
Philosopher cast a stoneAll dreams are gone, she said, all poetry dead music is but a relic of the past All of your wagers not taken roads the wind, the answers, fishes and pigs. It is all gone now, you are history, she said. He said: oh but you really do envy us. Dear void, you are almost fulfilled. Say: thank you. (Warszawa, 2026)
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