© Gabriel Moniz

editorial

around the solstice

the dark

Benjamin Britten, excerpt from first suite for cello solo, Jean-Guihen Queyras

the passage

gully, narrowing
a very powerful point of light in the distance, in the dark

liberating squeeze
a firework burst illuminates the entire space

intersection
a myriad of trajectories come together at a single point

stillness
suspension where everything = nothing = everything

propulsion
like a comet towards the creation of new forms

the hollow

winter solstice, smallest day, unexpected little corner

in the irradiated space, its scant light like a pocket of shadow

a pocket of shadow where you can rest, calmly mussing yourself as the cat

pushes her delicate face under our armpit,

perhaps, perhaps, let the light return

sixty seconds on the morrow of the smallest day,

we can stay in the pocket of shadow, only coming out with our snout

only to drink in the sixty seconds.

Christiane Veschambre, Where I don’t write

   © Yves Brette.bizz

one minute by the fire

post scriptum

today marks the second anniversary of the publication of the meridian, and we’re celebrating with you !

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