Alain Fabre-Catalan

  Your daughter’s name will be Salome she’ll have dark eyes dis­con­so­late like hunger a lizard-skin wed­ding dress and a lock of your lover’s hair she’ll be psy­chic she’ll choose death on a plane […]

  And again we’ll long for the gold­en years spent pin­ing after huge super­stores and touch-acti­vat­ed appli­ances dream­ing of the West and the small tan­ger­ines bloom­ing in the win­dow we’re grow­ing old­er & happier […]

  We kissed         in the cold air blue lips frozen fin­gers rapt like chil­dren we shiv­ered like dogs in the rain and that was enough it was easy to set the snow on fire […]

  Doing busi­ness with God I became his street deal­er wait­ing for the lone­ly & the des­per­ate always in the same spot always in the same leather jack­et always in same dusty shoes I […]

  I exit­ed the flat, in the ele­va­tor I saw a girl in a red coat shiv­er­ing in the cor­ner, she had great cir­cles under her eyes and sweat­ed pro­fuse­ly, she begged me to […]

A con­sul­ter chaque semaine, l’ex­cel­lent et précurseur espace poé­tique Poez­ibao emmené par Flo­rence Trocmé.   poezibao.typepad.com/    

Né en 1967, il est l’auteur d’un recueil de poésie et d’une dizaine de recueils de nouvelles.