Lovers

By John Londono
Marie Jane, Luna D Santos

RETURN

After much need for a revival, I now promise I will start writing here soon.
I know that isnt much, but it’ll have to do for now.

I have a pile of photographs I would like to upload and I have many confessions to share.

 

Montreal By Night !

Montreal by Night

ECHO OF LOVE

underneath the headline “i wanted to be a dancer, said girl killed by gangster’s bullet” was a small grainy photo.

below, the caption read “CCTV of Kala dancing happily seconds before she was shot”.

Delectably Predictable Morning

that morning I ate
watermelon
off your hairless chest

I tried sipping the juice
from your belly button

but choked on lint instead.

athena

Ice Fishing

and would a blue be as iced
would a wind know such purple skies
to have seen the orange peer though cloudless fogs
and the ice, how pink twas as sun down

i sat in the shack, above waters,
never such a simple structure

we waited for the lines to move,
for the fishes to bite
currents racing away from ontario
to St Lawrence.

how simple the gesture.

Bridge

Grandmother I have learned your language twice:
First, out of default.
Second, out of necessity.

I have never dipped my hand in the St Lawrence River,
but I picture it cold.

Out in St Lambert, they were foreign to the city
or were we?

Les Anglais, they always hear Lawrence when its Laurent or Laurence,
don’t they? They butcher it don’t they?

Here, I have used your language so,
so much so, that I have forgotten my own.

Perhaps the waters, in spring, will no longer be ice cold.
Perhaps one day, I’ll return back, one of their own.

Pauline Julien

Red Light District

Our lady,
Catherine of Alexandria,
in all sacrifice, crosses
yours truly Lawrence,
where blossoms voluptuous,
short lived, loves.

Our lady martyr,
miraculously found in year 800
had hair 800 years long.

Of her skin,
they extracted oils,
removed her fingers
and placed them in a glass.

Our Matron Catherine,
our virgin saint,
swore of her living,
to forsake.

Herself only,
to one wiser,
wealthier,
and more handsome
than herself, only 14.

Our lady,
Catherine of Alexandria
in all sacrifice, remains
near the foot of St Lawrence
where blossoms voluptuous
short lived loves, the same.

AND NOW WE BLOSSOM ON

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I wish I could say that Zoe K was a room 22 lovechild. Proudly holding her up for the world to see. Her little musical fingers and gorgeous voice putting all the other children to shame. Despite my deranged fantasy, I can happily say that Zoe is a good friend of 22 and an excellent musician. Beautifully damned be those who catch one of her rare sets in Montreal. Here lies a video to accompany her music. Its metamorphosized numerous times but i’m happy it’s finally settled. And with any luck we’ll collaborate on future projects strange and lovely.