It was toward the end of September 1956 when the leaves from all the inner-city trees had already fallen.
As I write this passage in late September, there has been an unprecedented heatwave in Montreal for the last ten days.
When his eyes opened he found himself curled into a crescent against the corrugated metal of the culvert, wedged into the exact position he was in when he fell asleep.
« J’aimerais connaître. Grolier limitée Éditions, Montréal. 1974 » NATACHA GAGNÉ has always been fascinated with words and […]
I wake up with jello in my eyes and ears and throat.
I look up, startled to find this woman standing in my room.
I cannot wait to introduce you to my Love, Delphalilah.
One day during breakfast, the usual silence broke.
Books apart of us all.