To Viola
In the closing scene of the fourth episode of How to Get Away with Murder, Viola Davis' character Annalise Keating removes her wig, eyelashes and wipes away her makeup, staring at herself in the mirror. This powerful scene has stayed with me ever since...
To Viola,
As I write these lines,
Shame courses through my veins,
Clawing beneath my skin
Sending my heart into a frenzied dance
How do I articulate the sensation
Of witnessing your revelation?
Bare.
You stood before us
Stripped of the armor
The façade we so carefully craft
It felt like stumbling upon
A hidden wound
A strangerâs nakedness,
The discomfort, the shock
Of recognizingâŠ
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A "scholasticide" has been happening in Haiti
I published my first piece for the diaspora column of Stabroek news, a Guyanese newspaper. In it, I talked of the systemic destruction of education in Haiti, driven not only by recent gang attacks on schools but also by a history of social inequality.
Check out the article here
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A poem is an omen
Two poems speaking to each other over 2 years
Nothing hurts more than losing one's home
Two poems speaking to each other over 2 years
April 28, 2022
Arenât you happy?
To be here among riches
To fall asleep knowing that tomorrow
You can get just what you crave
You can jump on a train
And find yourself miles away
Get on and off planes
Get a coffee
Attend a concert
Feel the pressure of moving
At each coming holiday
Because why would you limit yourself
When nothing limitsâŠ
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De la nĂ©cessitĂ© de mettre les sciences humaines au service du dĂ©veloppement dâHaĂŻti
Reprenant un texte initialement publiĂ© en 2017, je suis surprise de constater Ă quel point mes rĂ©flexions, bien que mĂ»ries, restent ancrĂ©es dans les mĂȘmes prĂ©occupations, notamment sur la nĂ©cessitĂ© de la remise en question des modĂšles de dĂ©veloppement...
Initially published here on December 1st, 2017
En ce 21Ăšme siĂšcle, chacun a au moins une petite idĂ©e vraie ou fausse sur ce que sont les sciences humaines. A travers le monde, elles sont souvent considĂ©rĂ©es Ă la fois comme trĂšs prestigieuses mais aussi comme des tergiversations inutiles. Par annĂ©e, on dispose presque dix fois plus de fonds pour des recherches en sciences naturelles en gĂ©nies etâŠ
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Innocence
Dear Subscribers,
Get ready to embark on an emotional journey of self-discovery with this latest short story release that explores the theme of lost innocence in a world filled with silences and expectations.
TW: Masturbation, familial violence, slurs
Tay looked up at the clock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock, it went. Grounding her in her new reality. There had been a breach, she knew that. Knew that the time to come would bear no resemblance with what preceded. Her world had been shaken to its foundations, the pillars of her existence had crumbled down into rubbles on top of which she was forced to kneel down, bracing herself for the aftershocks. NoâŠ
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CARREFOUR-FEUILLES WIL NOT FALL
My recent trip to Brazil confronted me with the fact that when I was there last August, I received news that gangs had invaded Carrefour-Feuilles, my childhood neighborhood, forcing my family to leave. It took me a while to be able to write about this...
âIf things turn sour, continue to live for us both. I love you, sis.â
Source: RTVC
I woke up in SĂŁo Paulo to this heart-wrenching message on August 13th, 2023. In that instant, my world completely shattered, and I have struggled ever since to keep its pieces together. My eyes welled up with tears as I began wailing uncontrollably, my heart racing faster than I ever thought possible. Her voice.âŠ
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M pa gen cheve
Hi everyone! It's been a while.
This one is quite personal. It's my first try writing in my mother tongue Haitian Creole. A loose translation in English can be found belowđ
Mpa gen cheve
Cheve m kannĂšl
Cheve m pa bĂšl
M toujou tande moun ap di
Yo di si cheve m te bat anba dĂšyĂš
M tap telman fyĂš
Se tĂšt anlĂš m tap mache
Eske sa vle di m oblije rete tĂšt bese
Eske m oblije chanje
Eske fom rayi moun mwen ye
Paske gen moun ki panse m te ka mye
Cheve swa se bote
Yo toujou di
LĂš l lage sou do w, li leve figi w
Kiyes ki pa anvi bĂšl
Ki pa ta anvi moun di lâŠ
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Anchorage
Teenage me was so cheesy but love is timeless...â€
You speak
You laugh
I look at you
Thereâs nothing else in this world
But your laughter breaching the silence
And your voice playing along
The frenzied beating
Of my heart
I look at you
And I laugh too
Life is sweet
I tell myself
It is when you speak
It is every time I see you
I feel like singing
But I only have sheets to fill
To overflow with every moment near you
Stolen fromâŠ
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Is it me?
You can also follow me on TikTok:
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJ4kP125/
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You whom I love
Gloomy day here in Ghent. Hope the sun shines brighter where you are...
You whom I love
Whom I love as
The best part of me
You whose love
Leaves me unsteady
I only dream of being guilty
Of your happiness
As you are of my weakness
To love you every day
A little more
A little stronger
I dream of seeing the sun
Rise in your eyes
And your gaze saying
The desire to have me
Closer and closer,
Blending into your skin
So that our nights
Have a taste ofâŠ
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We were young
Hello! I know I haven't posted in a while but the blog is still alive and well and hopefully I can go back to posting more often. Take care!
We were youngBut we knew lifeOr thought we didSince our eyes were so fullOf the places weâd beenOf the things weâd seenWe came from all overSome of our worlds had coloursDances and smellsThat others called exoticWorlds of needs and ironic beautyOthers had known holidays awayCities of light, towns of family landsSecondary houses with sunny terracesOthers had built somethingA home, a careerAnâŠ
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Aren't you happy (French-English version)
I took part to my second open mic night recently. I first recited âPĂ©nĂ©lopeâ by Maram al-Masri then a bilingual version of my poem âArenât you happyâ. Thereâs something really powerful about reading your own poem in public. I will try that again for sure!
Links to the open mic event:
Penelope: link 1 link 2
Arenât you happy (live): link 1 link 2
Nâes-tu pas contenteÂ
DâĂȘtre ici au milieu des richesses
De te coucher
Sûre que demain
Tu peux avoir tout ce que tu veux
Tu peux sauter dans un train
Et te retrouver loin
Prendre lâavion
Prendre un café
Aller Ă un concert
Sentir lâappel du largeÂ
Ă lâapproche de chaque fĂȘte
Car pourquoi teâŠ
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Writing challenge: Day 3
Writing challenge: Day 3
Tess fell in love that day. It came like a storm sweeping her away in its breath after years of fearing that she might never find the courage to take the leap and fall again. Because you have to fall first to be able to soar and appreciate the new skies that you reach. But her heart had been broken one too many times. By men who treated her like she was disposable. Men who wanted everything fromâŠ
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Writing challenge: Day 2
What impression you get from reading me?
What are three things you like about your own writing?
Three things I love about my writing
I love how simple yet powerful my writing can be (I have sometimes felt bad about it but came to realize that there is beauty in simplicity. And anyway, itâs my personal style and I love it)
I love that it can resonate with people, make them laugh, think or it can just get a conversation started
I love how capricious it can be (When months go by without meâŠ
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Qui veut essayer ce challenge avec moi?
Who wants to try this challenge with me?
En anglais ou en français đ
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It's all falling apart
Speed writing at the Hyster-x writing residence on August 6th, 2022
I could tell you
But what?
There are no words
No images to evoke
No ligns to trace
Nothing but threads
Nothing but noise
Maybe time will tell
But I donât know
Sometimes I love you
Most times I donât
Or I do
But itâs a shadow
Echo of the past
Reflection on a mirror
I canât touch it
I canât touch you
Itâs all falling apart
Magdalée Brunache
Speed writing at the Hyster-x writingâŠ
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Announcement to my readers
Hope you'll like it:
https://youtu.be/HTOTtayfEJw
Also on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@boldandmighty/video/7138700026565512454?_t=8VLKGFddyeE&_r=1
Hi everyone. I have been publishing my poems on my personal blog for some time but I decided to share them under a different format to reach more people. Hope youâll like it:https://youtu.be/HTOTtayfEJw
Also on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@boldandmighty/video/7138700026565512454?_t=8VLKGFddyeE&_r=1
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