Within us the sea tries out sentences. From time immemorial, the same voice spells the same alphabet in the same child’s brain. It mutters words which quickly fly off, snagged on the sea grasses, on the bathers’ browned skin, on the bows of boats, on the masts. Ordinary words, for nothing and no one in… Continue reading Jean-Michel Maulpoix

We know through hearsay that love exists. Seated on a rock or under a red parasol, lying in the field buzzing with insects, our hands clasped behind our necks, kneeling in the cool darkness of a church, or settled on a straw chair within the four walls of the bedroom, head lowered, eyes fixed on… Continue reading Jean-Michel Maulpoix