My friend Dave recently moved into a care home. He and his partner decided it was best for both his care and her well-being. At the time,...

Three years ago, in October 2020, with a half-formed idea, a few lofty ideals, and some friends who liked to write, I built the bones of a website and launched Bel Esprit. There were no goals, there was no money, there was no experience or expectation, but what stood firm was the principle of the matter: Art was being made and it needed a place to go. “Art” was anything and everything being created: essays, poems, fiction, doodles, painting, music, photographs, ceramics, e

(from the book of short stories “Nothing Strange,” by M. Henri Nadeau, 2022) They were so big now. Near the door she fussed with the...

Hello friends! I am back and ready to share some great reads. October is one of my favorite months of the year! I love the change of...

You’re a goblin, my precious. A knock-kneed, talentless wannabe, etcetera. And, you may be wondering what has caused this vicious tyrade....

That time comes back to me nicely as a spliced up montage of debauchery, a dicey collage of sot tampered memories lacking any solid form...

underneath my civilian clothes, my rainbow scales gleam with the mad night, glowing through my shirt— but only you can see these colors....

tonight, let’s skip all the sad songs, we don’t have time for that shit. By Tohm Bakelas

gestures made out of kindness fall flat against panes of glass that splinter in cold darkness. no remedy exists for this. walking away is...