Poetry
In the light of words
This book, In the Light of Words / À la lumière des mots, is a testimony to the power of language—its ability to heal, to confront, to awaken, and to console. The poems oscillate between stark social commentary and transcendental musings. They do not shy away from darkness but dare to dwell in it, in search of the sacred light within.
The English section often reflects a stark reality. In "The World Falls Apart", we encounter a bleak portrait of societal collapse. In "A Piece of Furniture", a seemingly mundane table becomes a living relic of memory and intergenerational love. In "Ignorant Knowledge", there’s a poignant indictment of the very institutions meant to educate us, and a critique of modernity's obsession with data over wisdom.
The French poems bring in a different cadence—at times mystic, at times melancholic. « Qu’il demeure, qu’il s’écoule » is a lyrical meditation on impermanence and acceptance. « Un Monde en Déséquilibre » explores the moral inertia of modernity and its catastrophic consequences. « La Femme Médecin Disparue » echoes the English counterpart, speaking to gendered violence with haunting restraint.
What Remains After Love
At the edge of love, loss, and the trembling space between being and unbeing. These poems are not merely recollections of what once was; they are the aftershocks of a heart learning to breathe again after the collapse of its own architecture.
Here, love is remembered not as a soft, pastel memory but as a living force—one that kissed a forehead, held a body, and then, in time, slipped away. The signatures on the separation papers feel like blades, and the poem itself becomes a storm: a suffocating ocean of choices, a mountain of impossible metaphors, a cliff from which the self is thrown into the open sky.
Yet the fall is not the end it is the beginning of a deeper inquiry.
There is truth: that greed hollows the soul, that longing without cherishing turns warmth into frost.
This collection is not a linear journey.
It is a spiral—falling, rising, dissolving, returning.
It is a requiem for love, a meditation on identity, a lament for a fractured world, and a quiet search for peace in the ruins.
To read these poems is to walk through the corridors of a mind unafraid to break open, unafraid to bleed, unafraid to ask the questions that have no answers.
It is to witness a soul learning, slowly, painfully, beautifully, how to let go.