Audrey JarreA poem isn’t a pillYou think writing a poem is something you do on your own, trying, solo, to aim at catching something true.Sep 29, 20211Sep 29, 20211
Audrey JarreThe bathtubAnd then, just like that, bath ceased to be an artifact of vacation and became a component of our home. What we did now in our bathtub was…Jan 15, 2019Jan 15, 2019
Audrey JarreGunshots in JerusalemWhen we first heard the news of the Al-Aqsa unrest, I thought of not taking the plane, swallowing a fright zest down my throat. Unable to…Aug 2, 2017Aug 2, 2017
Audrey JarreThe Pyromaniacs of MaslowThey came to plunder our pyramids, Overthrowing the hierarchy of our needs. Self-actualization: no more! When the most basic safety…Jul 3, 2017Jul 3, 2017
Audrey JarreRipenThis week was canicular in Paris and my tiny flat turned into a convection oven, cooking the crimson tiles, the pears I forgot to put…Aug 30, 2016Aug 30, 2016
Audrey JarreSyn-anaesthesiaThis morning I put a navy blue dress on. It is long and loose and the blue cotton suits my pale chin, appalled skin, my peculiar summer…Aug 5, 2016Aug 5, 2016
Audrey JarreThe Urban HunterI’m the urban hunter and I love to write about bustling cities Buildings, roadways and electric specificities I write odes to pavements and…Jun 28, 2016Jun 28, 2016
Audrey JarreThe Hostel ComplaintUncomfortable nights Bunk beds in backpackers hostels Full of birds of passage Scattering their ephemeral feather Smoothening up with age…Jun 27, 20161Jun 27, 20161
Audrey JarreThe Matricide CityI fell in love with you Cape Town the Mother City comes with Table Mountain and corpses under the tables Cape Town is the Matricide City a…Mar 11, 2016Mar 11, 2016
Audrey JarreThe Barbed Balustrades BanterI have to lock four shy doors to get out of our apartment and their bulky assertiveness would almost blemish the strength of my curiosity…Mar 3, 20161Mar 3, 20161