Laurent
Salomé Melchior writes about her father Laurent, whom she considers to be a sublime poem. He faded away recently and…
Le Piano Vertébral
Le Piano Vertébral by Salomé Melchior, 07/2020
Des rêves qui titubent (Stumbling dreams)
‘Stumbling Dreams’ by Salomé Melchior, 06/2020
L’heure jaune (The yellow hour)
“To my father, who transformed the famous “blue hour”, which appears when the sun is setting, and told me about…
Pêcheur de maux
This poem cannot be translated literally because in French there is a play on words between "mots" (words) and "maux"…
Fight Night Sonnets
Can the brutality of Fight Night be captured through the language of love? Fight Night was one of the last…
An impression of The Lighthouse
Robert Eggers’ most recent masterpiece, The Lighthouse, is a black and white depiction of an insular maritime setting where two…
Tongue (and suspended belief)
I can taste marijuana on the tip of his tongue. And his nose ring was cold from the Melbourne winter.…
Paper Skin
History tells us that continents were forged out of paper skin, and paper is the new blood that grew into…
Nos peaux comme des pôles
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