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Life is an online radio station Only we forget That we should only ask for more Of what we love Not what scares us Or makes us sad Or anxious, or worried or mad Life is an online radio station But we forget To listen Either it's blaring too loud to hear...

Dammit, she thought. I am back there again. Half depressed, half angry, with a hint of irritation and a generous serving of sadness. She took her plate, and brought it to the sink. She compulsively started to do the dishes. She hated when any dishes were...

Quick What can I write Quickly What can I do Quickly Does it even make sense To do anything If it has to be quick? Should I not just give up? I can't I promised I didn't promise it would be good I promised I'd do it Vite vite Il me presse Au suivant Comme...

Today's exercice is to turn out internal critical voice into a character. So I decided to try two characterizations, one in each language. Here goes. She is tall, very thin. Skinny even. She doesn't bend easily, flexibility is not one of her strength....

The slow rocking of the train is bringing my thoughts to a sweet place where they start to drift away. Into dreams, into nothingness. I like the train. I like being on my own on the train, from one place to another. Nothing to do but enjoy being transported...

I write badly. I write, but badly. Badly I write. Boldly I write. I can't help but write. Badly. Well. I do. I don't write. Sometimes. I do write. Sometimes. I want to write. I do. I don't. Write. Irwte. Riwte. Riwet. Riewt. Same word. Concepts escape....

Je regarde à droite, je regarde à gauche. Je me tourne, et regarde derrière moi. Ou est-ce devant? Je ne sais plus d'où je viens, je ne sais pas où je vais. Le paysage est le même de quelque côté que je me tourne. Si seulement le vent était moins froid,...

Creativity is courage. The courage to let out what's inside, what's hidden. That's what is most terrifying in the process of writing in particular. To show up every day on the page is courage. It would be so much easier to watch old episodes of Mentalist...

Tonight I explore lies. It's been fun to write about that. Like all limits pop open, and everything can come out even the most ludicrous ideas. Funny how the piece in English feels more like dreams than lies. Are dream lies? Are lies dreams?? Last night...

Something amazing just happened: the day passed, and I hadn't written here. I had brushed my teeth, gone to bed and switched off the light, and there it started. A strong feeling nagging at the back of my mind. "You committed to it", it said, "just do...