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The Bel Esprit Project, co. est. 2020
"Either you had Bel Esprit or you did not have it."
- Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
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JANUARY 2026
ISSUE 61
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The Late Show
My nerves dance like angels on the head of a pin. Your musical guests, punk, thrash: defiant heartbeats. I can’t help but notice those caramelized legs and where they’re leading. All night, all yours, on your clamshell couch, which converts, of course, into a salt lick seabed. No studio audience, unless you count the puckish moonlight, the goaty devil on my shoulder, and this bloodhound that won’t heel. This experience is brought to you with no commercial interr


When is the pain too much?
Watching him gag to withhold the puke. He sweats, clears the phlegm. He blows his nose. Deep breaths In out, in out. Sigh. Back to our conversation. He apologizes for being gross As we share another story from the joys of our childhood. Another five minutes of talk, Serious and fun, Tears and laughter. The gagging returns. I pause Waiting for him to clear the pain again. I finish my lunch. He gets a box to eat later Unable to ingest at this time. We decide on a fr


Stranger, Uncaged
Stranger, you became a friend in a blink in a laugh in a mere moment I knew You, I loved You, and You, me You knew me and I, You for a moment, the veil was lied I saw the colors of Your radiant soul, a prismatic expanse of wings I could not, did not cage You And the wind you fashioned as You took flight caressed my face I breathed it in so deep, it penetrated my rusted heart, fluttered within that broken box, Your breeze polished the stains, oxygenated every cell Lo, I am unc
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