today I talk to the dead

It’s been 84 years, but yeah, I do still write poetry sometimes. It’s the beginning of NaNoWriMo once again, we’ll see what happens this year. I’m trying not to put any pressure on myself and enjoy it!

today I talk to the dead.
I pry my eyes open inward and remember
the soil they went back to.

I breathe in the prickly blue sky,
weep with willows, play hide and seek
with a meandering sun. I know
the end will come,
but not today.

I clench my fists. I refuse
to cry. they loved me
and I love them,
for all they’ve given me,
for all they’ve taken from me.

today I tell the dead about the ones who remain
and how we don’t pray
exactly, but sometimes I’ll leave my window
open for a bit too long,
till the clouds invite themselves in.
I yell at them because their beauty
offends me.
the air in my lungs stings like your hand on mine
decades ago.

today I talk to the dead
and as long as I do,
they live.

A zine template

Hey guys, recently I made a 14-page zine with a single A3 page and I really liked the result. The cover and back-cover look really tidy and the page-through is quite easy.

I spent a long time making a template for it and I thought my fellow zine enthusiasts might want to make use of it! 😀

So here is the PDF version of the template, which you can use as you wish. You can print it as an A4, it works too (to make a very smol zine), but the format is better as an A3. Here is a video explaining how to fold and cut it.

I hope you’ll have fun with this! Don’t hesitate to contact me if you have questions, and please share the result of your experiments. 🙂

Metrophobia, a poetry zine

Presenting my first zine, Metrophobia.

This A6-format, 8-pages zine is made up of six original poems I wrote between 2018 and today. Ngl, all these poems have been published on the website, but some of them have been slightly reworked for the purpose of the zine, so it’s kiiiinda exclusive content in a way? :p

Anyway, it’s available on the Ko-fi shop for the price of a stamp if you want me to send a physical copy to you, or for 1€ for the PDF + a DYI guide on how to fold and cut the zine. You can also email me (contact info below) to order one if you’re not comfortable with Ko-fi. 🙂

The world is a nightmare right now, so why not indulge in the impulsive purchase of art made by independent creators to make yourself feel better?

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I am still here and still doing stuff! After a quite intense bout of Real Life, I am hopeful I can get back into creative work this fall. Happy Spooktober to all, I hope you’re getting your spook on and taking care of your beautiful selves.

Recently, crowded spaces
As long as I can remember, fish
Being perceived negatively
Or even worse, correctly

Strange men in narrow streets
Intimacy, but I’ve grown out of that
The monstrous size of the universe
The haunted darkness of the ocean

Global warming
Not that they’re linked, of course

My own mind, at times

But nothing scares me more than
Rereading my old


[insert “It’s been 84 years” GIF here] It took me two months and many iterations to finish this poem. Gah, damn lockdown! The poem in itself was largely inspired by Mary Oliver, who has been my window to nature’s wonders in the past few months. I’m pretty happy with the final result.

Projects-wise, I’ve been writing a (few) song(s) that I hope I will be able to work on this summer. I will also try to get back into fiction writing, but nobody hold their breath about that. I’m still hoping to self-publish something poetry-related, maybe at the end of the year or the beginning of next.

The time has come for
on the street below
silence cleared a thundering path.

Through closed doors
fear whispers,
twisting hissing tongues into
hushed lies.

Hoarders of truths make
poor lovers.
We are
silly chattering

Quietly, the apocalypse
burst through our window.
But still we are
overflown with
stories, trembling breaths and
unending laughter.