It is time to turn to thought. To approach the mystery by wiping away the sobs of the wild child, nestled within, held close to the heart. In Petals, Anna Maria Celli constructs a fervent poetics of torment, cruelty, and injustice. A poetry that does not look away, but traverses the night, the night of the flesh, of desire, of memory, and of loss. Through the sacredness of landscape, of the feminine, and of tales, this collection affirms that if we must die once more, it will be to better survive: by confronting, then vanquishing, the intimate monsters that haunt us. Nourished by an unquenchable hunger for self, this contemporary, deeply embodied writing makes the poem a place of struggle, vigilance, and rebirth. Eric Costan Publication: February 2, 2026 Order Press Release

My "passages" are fragments of my vision of the world I inhabit, moments where I create poetry from everything around me, marking my presence in the place where things place me and name me with an "I," multiple and singular, poised for blood. A bird-like breeze lays the path I follow upon the white where the miracle is but this stubbornness to invest the most acute secret of number, and to sniff out the time when its gaps open to become the ravine whose fall is the source proclaimed in silence by naked speech, and kills under the compital magic of words, which multiplies it until it tears. Publication date: November 3, 2025 Order

After brilliantly modernizing the trilogy *The Trojan War* and *The Odyssey* for contemporary readers, François Bellavance surprises us with a more intimate work. In this collection of personal poems, the author reveals a new facet of his creative talent: he turned to artificial intelligence to provide translations in English and Spanish, thus making his verses accessible to an international audience. In this collection of personal poems, the author revealed a new facet of his creative talent: Recurring to artificial intelligence to offer translations into English and Spanish, thus making both sides accessible to an international public. Publication date: September 1, 2025 Order Press release

As much as possible, I escape the chattering, absorbent ties of the world. I prefer the trees of the forest to the noise of cities; they render me invisible. Birds are not very talkative; they merely punctuate the sky. I listen to the waves rumble and sometimes bark as they crash against the breakwaters… Why speak, indeed, when everything already speaks in spoken words? Spoken language has emerged from the imagination; it is a matter of management and communication, and consequently, it lies. Society voraciously devours words that make noise. The reign of the quantity of words is the eternal present of spectacle, a programmed and often encouraged death. We have forgotten that all our passions could only be sensual; they should occupy the exceptional place. They make silence audible and guard secrets. If desire separates, the distance must be maintained so that speech, which is itself a distance, can be heard. Failing to symbolize—to make absence bearable—the addiction to transparency through an inflation of communication, it denies the chain of Time and its necessary markers. Our era builds nothing; it deconstructs speech, which becomes speech without words, speech without self-awareness. Conversely, poetry is like the sea: the dwelling place and the endless narration of a silence that is not silence. Publication date: June 2, 2025 Order

By a strange twist of fate, an aspiring writer finds himself transported to 1920s Paris, where he encounters his idol, Marcel Proust… François Audouy invites us on a journey into the past, the past of the Belle Époque, but also our own, our most intimate and authentic past. *The Love of Proust in the Time of Covid* is not a critical essay on Proust, but a tribute through the lens of fiction. The author shares his love of *In Search of Lost Time* and of literature in general, the kind that imprints itself on reality, altering our perceptions. He incorporates several layers of narrative and literary history, as well as references to popular culture, which he interweaves and superimposes to create a new voice. A book about reminiscence cannot be written from the outside. The narrator resurrects his lost years in echo to Proustian memories, taking *In Search of Lost Time* as a guide that illuminates our lives with new meaning. Even if some moments remain "suspended in the air like unfinished novels," even if we no longer travel certain "train lines of memories," it is indeed the quest for lost paradises, for the books we are writing, that propels us forward and keeps us in transit—in Time. Publication date: April 1, 2025. Order now

In the beginning was the word, and in the end, too, is the word. The word is, that's all. In this sense, the only subject of writing is writing, or more precisely, the only subject of the written word is the written word, the act of writing. The only subject that the word designates is the word. Through words, we access words. Through the distortion of words, we access the distortions that are necessary to speak. Otherwise, we say nothing. Publication date: September 1, 2024 Order Press release

This poetic narrative, somewhere between autofiction, journal, and speculative fiction, tracks a fleeting memory—amorous, human, and artistic—that of a past in the future, spanning from 1995 to 2105. True and false memories defy the years. Pleasures? Anxieties? From this subjective experience, from "I" to "you," from this "we," what remains? The voices seem to answer a call for serene resistance, for the ephemeral beauty of these moments, in the face of societal or technological tyranny. Which narrator or reader will solve the enigma of the future and of planet Earth? Are we creating the deadly archives of tomorrow's world? Here, the author strings words together, or unfolds them along the long thread of a resonant coincidence, like a drawing, a possible design, to be inscribed against amnesia. Islands and fragments of existence punctuate this narrative and attempt a reflection on the living being. Faced with the vertigo of nothingness, when, and how, can one resign oneself to saying "the end"? Publication date: January 1, 2024 Order now

I begin "I Will Only Speak in the Presence of My Writing" with the evocation of an "accident" that must occur, so that the rain of meanings made possible by the poem can be unleashed. (I am thinking of Epicurus's clinamen.) This evocation is that of a body "struck" by the desire of another body, whose blood will stain the plane trees of words. Poetry is an undertaking to rehabilitate the reality hidden by "too much reality," to use Annie Le Brun's phrase; a poem can only be explained by its unreasoned reading, just as one looks at a wall, a tree, or a door. The reason for the arrangement of the words that compose it will become clear when the reader reads it for themselves "in all good faith." What we call readability is often what remains within the conventional sense of what must be seen, without reading within oneself the content of one's vision. Once the writing begins, she chases after that something that intrigues her with great skill, her hair as ruffled as a partridge. In partridge there is the word "lose," and what is gained from this connection is the poem. Gilbert Bourson Publication date: December 1, 2023 Order

Megaligraphs? Are these megaligraphs with life-size figures like those on the frieze of the Mysteries of Dionysus in Pompeii, or smaller figures like those in the cubiculum (rest or bedroom) that precedes the famous private salon in the ancient house, with the priestess Maenad and the Satyr? Jacques Satyre is accompanied here by the Maenad Megaly, namesake of the heroine of John Litter's Corseted Writings... Megaly, drunk on words and letters, of whom we know only that "she is very high when beauty dances (and when) the night makes the body well," and that she is part of the blue (of the Mediterranean women). For the rest, the Megaligraphs are presented on a background of alto basso velvet adorned with a crown motif surmounted by a flower of Tarbes. Spread the word! Publication date: October 1, 2023. Order now

What does our waiting say, when it burns, stripped bare, finding itself on the edge of a flickering hope, when "we no longer have nights within us"? If being falters, this in-between is not that of a dark night: the nuances carved out, chiseled by the force of words work to stitch our tears, striving to touch the combustible in order to better approach the edifying fervor of consenting to the love that leaves us. Just as the drawings of the painter Corine Pagny leave traces of silhouettes/bodies of ourselves on the edge, capsized at the brink, drawn toward the center of what remains; so too do the poet's words call out to us at the tipping point where existence places us, to see us return from "disarmament" to "the cut grass that still sings" when it "hems the world to be built." From this composition emerges an atmosphere whose doors Pérémarti had already opened for us in his previous publications. This book is a call to our thirst/hunger for life. Publication date: 01/06/2023 >> Order

A coming-of-age novel straddling the line between legal investigation and psychological exploration, Exquisite Raspberry, written in a fluid and engaging style, examines the wounds of the heart and the post-traumatic scars of childhood, sometimes so painful that it leads to amnesia. The endearing characters of this story, Alex the psychologist and Léna, searching for herself, draw us into their investigations with the thrilling grace of a skillfully crafted narrative, as breathtaking as the raspberry itself can be exquisite... Publication date: January 2, 2023 >> Order now

These few pages recount, day by day, an intimate experience: the lockdown imposed by the Covid-19 epidemic in March, April, and May 2020. I didn't intend to create a work of literature, nor to write a diarist or a journalist of the intimate. These are simply chronicles—sometimes funny, sometimes acerbic, sometimes moving—that I posted daily on Facebook. They follow no plan other than to find something to say when nothingness was our daily reality. There is no unity of style or form. That was not my intention. Besides, how could one speak of coherence when what we were experiencing bordered on the most unbridled absurdity? So I wrote almost playfully, to make the time pass more quickly. DF >> Order

If I write to you tonight from Vienna, I'd like you to understand… sang Barbara. For the singer of "Midnight," whimsical songs often evoke letters. Perhaps it's this particular, intimate spirit of correspondence that touched Louise and Dorine. Letter or song, the two brush against each other to deepen the impact of a message—singing one's sorrow finds solace. Power of the letter or power of the song: perhaps what matters is simply being met? Hours pass and seasons slip by, the two women write to each other without ever seeing one another again. A year in which they share the mysteries of daily journeys, whims, songs, and ultimately, books: everything that can bring a little light and let the wildflowers bloom. "Zinzins: Songs" >> Order