Nomadic Graphomania

by Sharon Mertins


by Jean Faucheur
by Jean Faucheur

I think I’ve just walked around one of the big circles that needed closure. I stepped back and admired it. It’s perfectly plump. I stuffed it with tears and many many laughs. I added conversations and sleepless nights of dwelling, pining, and full soundtracks to movies I edited in my brain. If I had more talent, I would have made it a bubble (sigh).

Maybe someday.
Now I’m floating outside the circle beginning a new one. This one started with spontaneous words. The words led to conversations. The conversations led to motivation. That motivation induced feelings. And those feelings are now mutating into different species of sensations which have led to different levels of sensibility.

It keeps popping up small circles inside it, around it. Circle after circle after circle.

by Jean Faucheur
by Jean Faucheur





Let it pick me up and kiss me with its water-coloured thoughts.

Let me fill my lungs with its thickness, blow out blueish smoke and relish in blue thoughts.

Let it grab me by the toes to later let me go…to let me fly down, to dive into the waters of the deep deep depths, to blow out blue-toned bubbles and slide around inside of them until they pop!

Let me play with blue particles and become minuscule enough to take advantage of the viscosity of air. Allow me to grasp and climb through it and indulge in the microscopic nature of my existence.

Let there be blue waves that soothe me with their rhythm and carry me lovingly onto blue sand, to sink my feet in it and dance melodically in place as it embraces my swollen feet with coolness and wraps its grains around my skin.

Let me indulge in darkness with a blueish tone and embrace the whispers of sweet blue nonsense that finds its way into my ears.

For just a few seconds, let me drown in a peaceful version of myself – a blue one, that is not disturbed or influenced or inspired by any other color.


Moonlight made me lose my creativity and drown in a pool of sleepless exhaustion. Moonlight made the little people in my head panic and throw the files of my life ALL OVER the creative department floor. They’ve announced a delay in creation until further notice.        Love affair with sleep It’s not the first time it happens. Moon has been up to these tricks before. And as the little people now believe to have witnessed a fantastic occurrence – what a human being would call a crush, infatuation… even love – most of them have fallen into a state of catatonic ecstasy, refusing to carry on with work. Continue reading “LOVE OR MOONLIGHT”



It is a bright green, wide-eyed frog sitting comfortably on the top of my head.

It pulls the strands of hair as one would the reigns on a horse, and it guides what I think is me in the direction that I go. It croaks instructions that I don’t know I hear and leads me into situations that can sometimes be amusing and a lot of the time outright absurd. Continue reading “DESTINY IS A FROG ON MY HEAD”

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