Thierry Le Pennec

  « Je n’ai pas peur des morts », dis­ait l’homme,  « Du néant, du locuste qui bon­dit sur la chair de l’été, d’une pluie soudaine, du cirque des four­mis rouges à l’om­bre d’une […]

  1. Le trente-huit juil­let (la nuit dernière j’ai brûlé tous les dic­tio­n­naires sur le bal­con, aucun d’eux ne con­te­nait ton nom) il a écrit que juil­let est plus long que l’été même la […]

  When the wide world was still to be defined by a closed mouth you’d gath­er to your­self hours scat­tered in the sun’s dry heat wish­ing to prise the lips of a sin­gle line […]

  A blade line, like a scalpel’s sighs speaks in lay­ers A dying one’s whis­per pick­ing seams from the edges of a hush­ing pulse the edge taut and ten­sile not cold, but con­vers­ing vowels […]

Maris­sa Bell Tof­foli lives in Berke­ley, Cal­i­for­nia where she works as an edi­tor, poet, and cre­ative writ­ing teacher. She holds an MFA in Writ­ing from Cal­i­for­nia Col­lege of the Arts, where she focused her […]

  Before the dunes, sav­age arugu­la stretched in fields across a bed of crust­ed clay and rock.   Wind erased my tracks from each crest by the time I’d reached the next rise. What […]

    When the days go like this, faster than I can count, I give in.   What good the screen if there’s noth­ing to dis­cov­er behind it?   It ren­ders you untrust­wor­thy. At […]

    a body: tree with leaves: that change: col­or in full blus­ter: sea­sons: of sen­sa­tions: touch of our bod­ies: why do we describe peo­ple like plant and ani­mal life? how much is the […]

  There is mine: a round­ed shape with the usu­al girl parts. Then there is his–angles and curves– to fit mine, chal­lenge nerves which had numbed. A body is as much noun as concept, […]

Poète et jour­nal­iste. Il est le rédac­teur en chef d’Escala­sud de 1990 à 1994. Il est secré­taire de l’as­so­ci­a­tion Le Passe-mots et respon­s­able de la mul­ti-édi­tion du livre de Claude Saguet “L’e­space de la […]