Author: deuxiemepeau

Just starting to call myself a writer, just turned 40, just moved back to Paris, (where I dropped a metal door mat on my foot and am now hobbling around, temporarily, with a cane... thats life I guess. Originally moved to the City of Magic and Light (and pharmacies on every corner) when I was 21, for two unforgettable years, before fell in love and floated to London for a while before ending up amid the hookers and hash of Amsterdam (for too many years) which I guess means I'm always wondering where next, (hopefully that's stopped now that I've come full circle in almost 20 years). I've a fashion design background which means I usually work as a pattern maker but have always had writer aspirations, which is why I am currently looking for a publisher for my first fictional novel, am just about to have a short story published an Irish Anthology (yippee, I won... finally) and have a huge love for baking big, delicious, mouth watering cakes- you gotta have a slice of my carrot cake (I never spare on the amount of butter and sugar needed, maybe that's the french influence and, if so, then bring it on...). I like taking pictures to go with my writing, singing in the shower and figuring out who I'd like to be when I grow up...

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COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE, I CAME TO THE CITY

We held hands over hearts housed in other folds, ink had tipped another name into your flesh as we fell into holds, harbouring no more than musing moments, the south going north for something different, something foreign, someone fresh, perhaps that was all we ever were; a diversion from all that was defined, from […]

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TAXI DRIVER, I CAME TO THE CITY

A constant darkness, the future unfolds like the road; route unknown, the past ever present but kissed goodbye; my lips still taste of yesterday, my hips the heat of your caress that has since slipped from these sheets. I was always bound to restless, to rest less and less, I am creature creative; a […]

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BERRY KISSES, COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS

Bright red berries linger on bushes before sunsets like lip’s lightness that lingers after kisses. Bright red berries tremble in the afterglow of careful witness like mouths that modulate after tender caress. Bright red berries adorn towering twigs thick and tall like lips in favour of that fine flexed flesh. Bright red berries slip […]

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FANTASTIC FLUTTERINGS, COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS

On dull days when the sun absconds from sky, when grey grinds gloom into gutters and mothers utter ‘stay inside’, children’s minds flutter to unfold like umbrellas opening; colours cascading over concrete clutter like candy to calm a calamity. In the midst of the mundane and the murky, inspiration catches on the canvas of […]

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RUNNING BY THE RIVER OF THOUGHT

I slipped off to the edge of the city, this morning, where the stream found a stillness and the air a crispness that kept confusion at a distance. I stood beneath the bridge that took the traffic and its tension far from me and found the swimming swan rising higher in the stream, the […]

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IN THE VALLEY OF THE SUN KING

Sun shines in the valley where the sun king came to stay, shade is shy in the valley at the king and queen’s hideaway. Shadows slip through the valley down from stars to under stairs, some secrets slip through the valley whispered from lips of concrete heirs. Sun shines in the valley on swans […]

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ALL THE REST IS BUT ASH, AFTER

A crimson blaze, a tiny tree, truth can be fragile, beauty can be breathless (does not always need to be burdened by our breath). Branches can be barren, nature can be hurtful but colour conquers concrete. Fragility can take flight, fields can be an ocean of fallen leaves that time will catch and crispen […]