Cher Francois Villon/Dear Francois Villon by Mélisande Fitzsimons

Cher François Villon Nous sommes assis sous ton ombre les yeux noirs de freux le vent porte tant de plaisirs sans retenue baisers précieux, petits dés de douceur   Dear Francois Villon We are sitting near zero time our eyes cave in, dark as ravens the wind carries so much pleasure without ever stopping precious…

Yowl by Peter Golding

“My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” Was the last utterance of Jesus, And, if it was, where does that leave us? The last utterance of his only begotten son To his paterfamilias,                    A cry of anguish,                    A cry of distress;                    A yowl of an orphan.   My God, my…