The Coldest Day of the Hottest Year
It is the coldest day Of the hottest year. I should feel relief, reprieve, A breath of fresh air. But instead I shiver and my breathing...
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The Bel Esprit Project, co. est. 2020
"Either you had Bel Esprit or you did not have it."
- Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
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NOVEMBER 2024
Volume V, Issue II
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Tickertape Millionaire
the money buried in the yard was like the poetry buried in your chest not all of it would be recovered, some of it lost forever a dog is...
Two Left Feet
you were perfect there on the coast you let me come and lose my mind there after my work was done you were perfect there by yourself you...
An Attempt at Flight
If you close your eyes on the ward the machines no longer sound like machines, but like birds in a wood. Wood pigeons, say, insistent –...
Is Pain the Only Muse?
I think artists often soak in sadness, drown in the endless despair. Soap-suds of sorrow dripping down their frail, pale silhouettes....
Everyone Leaves for the Moon
In fourteen seconds, everyone leaves for the moon. The best lover doesn’t need cigarettes. Look back; the steam on the mirror is a...
trading rocks for pinecones
Menacing clouds mixed with sundowning smiles, things are not going so well. I try trading rocks for pinecones, but kicking them just...
ALL-CLEAR
The holiday season’s approaching, And you know what that means, Declutter your mind and your household – It’s time for a really...
Last Breath
The morning is grey. Pigeons flutter past the window, but the chill of the world still grips everything from the tips of their wings to...
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