About a year ago now, I published a text, a poem about my mom’s declining health and self due to a case of Alzheimer that consumed her before our very eyes in a matter of months. It was an ode to her passion for literature, to her bright mind, a woman ahead of her time. What I hadn’t realised then was this piece was marking my stepping into mourning or rather, the acceptance part of that process.

This was followed by having to admit her into a care home during the winter and, only a few weeks later, not being…

Une réflexion #BeyondCovid19

Ça fait déjà quelques années que je me demande si on est collectivement prêts à vivre les deuils en rafale qui nous attendent.

Mon questionnement a émergé aux annonces successives du décès de ces gens de talentueux, pourtant encore jeunes, humbles mortels qui de leur vivant ont pour plusieurs été des héros, je pense notamment à Prince, George Michael ou David Bowie pour ne nommer que ceux-ci. Jamais dans l’Histoire de l’Humanité avons-nous côtoyé de si près nos idoles, nos modèles, ces demi-dieux ! …

Lettre à Michel Tremblay

Québec, décembre 2019

Cher Monsieur Tremblay, Michel,

C’est une drôle d’affaires pour moi que d’aller acheter votre dernier ouvrage. Ça ne devait pas se passer comme ça.
Je ne devais pas avoir à m’en occuper,
c’est elle qui devait le faire.
Elle devait l’ajouter à sa liste de commissions,
celles de Noël.
Elle devait aller chez Pantoute, celle sur St-Joseph car,
bien qu’elle habite en Haute-Ville,
“dans St-Roch y’a du parking.”

Elle devait donc s’y rendre
en acheter deux copies.
Elle devait emballer l’une d’elle dans un papier savamment choisi pour moi et le ceintrer d’un ruban qui aurait matché.
Elle aurait ajouté…

A Xmas Story written for the ‘Your Holiday Mom’ project in support to LGBT youth — 24dec2019

Oh yay ! You’re here !

I’m so glad you made it in time to see my dad perform the Christmas tradition I so adored when I was little, one I kept believing in even after I found out Santa didn’t exist. He’s doing it for the little ones in the family tonight so that it will hopefully be perpetuated through times and generations ! Because, you know, it’s important to keep warm memories alive.

So let me explain…

When my brother and…

I opened the door
Her smile beamed
She came in and introduced me to my dad
He shrugged
We let it lie
Just like we did with every nonsense her confused brain
would trick her into believing made sense.

It had become
More and more difficult to hang out
Yet
a little easier each time
As months went by
She faded away
Her body was the only proof that she had once been herself

She mostly laughed at her own inner jokes
Everytime I had been alone with her
If only for a brief moment
She would lean in wanting to confide a…

I finally spotted it amongst the other cars.
There it was, standing still, as reassuring as a familiar face in an overwhelming crowd.
The state of it though.
The matte finish of its fading paint made it easily recognisable.
A tarnished spoon misplaced in a polished silverware set.

I had grown accustomed to it, hanging by the thread of its decades of good service.
I sat in the truck and waited for a reason to leave.
I would turn the key in, hear the usual clinging of its aging parts : the loose mufler, the hissing sound of the ineffective fan, the…

The harvest had been good
So much had been learned
We had sung old homeland songs acapella, each perched on a cherry-tree top
The fruits had this dark sweetness
One for the basket. One for me
One for the harvest. One for me

The view from here was phenomenal
The air was so crisp it sharpened the vision
Its purity hurt my citygirl lungs
All around us the foothills to the Alps only echoed nature’s gifts
The wind brushing the leaves of trees I didn’t know the name of
Birds I had never heard before
The sound of bells lazily preceding cows in the field
We disturbed…

We
Were already over
We loved each other
We made each other laugh
Wanted the best for each other
Yet incapable of offering it
Our hot tempers
Never giving in

It had dawned on me on day
We had no project in common
No house to renovate
No trips around the world to plan
No startup to start up
And there would never be babies to raise

In one last attempt to patch things up
To convince ourselves it wasn’t all that bad
We went on a roadtrip
17 hours between here
now
and the end of the world
1000 km to cover the distance between…