Stone Age


When describing how language evolved

the story usually goes something like this:

two fellas are standing around and one

points to a stone and sort of grunts

the other furrows his australoid brow

and repeats the same. From then on

whenever one of them needs a stone

he points it out and goes ungh to his friend.

But what need do friends have for words?

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Spring Alleviate


The day is apparently beautiful

I suppose I should love today

how pigeons pirouette in courtship


and she, flying forth, leaves him

and still he twirls in place, dances on

Why should he not? the day is beautiful


Should sparrows not alight in warm winds

steering and splitting the air like a kite

gliding effortlessly, as playfully as children


who balance on the edge of the riverwalk?

Should they too not also enjoy themselves?

For surely it must be a beautiful day.


Should the robin not be curious of me

brazen and full of courage for crumbs

wondering at the contents of my bag?


Should geese not honk in salutation

and wrens not siren such foreign notes?

Of course. It is a beautiful day

R. Charboneau


Artwork – Pissarro – Springtime in Eragny (1890)