L'ODJ Média

We grew up in a world where happiness was seeing your dad smile to your mom. Where he takes care of the groceries as she cleans the house. Where happiness was that glimpse of your mom's excitement when her family comes around. And joy was that day when she cooks your favorite meal as you sit next...

Alors que je regard par-dessus mon épaule, toutes ces années, nombreuses, très nombreuses (je le garde de dire combien) comme l’ont fait bien des personnes avant moi, dont le Général Mc. Arthur, pour une autre raison certes, je pense pour ma part que ce qui nous fait vieillir C’est le peu de...

I re-read the poems I wrote about you and “us” A while ago, back when I still believed  in “us” and that  our plant could still grow;  Ahh..  Alas! The soil grew infertile. And I wish I still could write them lines echoing from my bones and my soul trying to...