Boston. 27 July 2010 – ? America for now.
Guillaume, my French friend, is heading back to Paris this week. We celebrated with a goodbye cake – “he said it was failed, an étouffe chrêtien” – and I’m inspired to say hello to this blog again. Hello, hello with a Boston twist.

Most of the French I
hear here is morning Creole
on the four seven

or from French tourists
wandering the Museum.
So I need practice.

How is Boston like
Paris? Bensimon sneakers
just piquent la surface.

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Paris. 9 September – 22 December 2009. It’s actually happening.
My goal is to start thinking in French, so that asking for bread or getting exact change – essentially, having comfortable conversations – is easy peasy.

So I’m going to
write haikus in French because
that’s not so hard, right?

I can think of them,
these seventeen syllable
poems, while I walk

in my moccasins
or have a croissant with tea.
My own vie poème.