Creative Projects by the University of Montpellier's Master Students in English Studies
I am the hero of my tale.
Paralysis, why did you come without warning?
As a teenager, I was full of dreams.
Oh, doctor, you fulfilled your dream of becoming a doctor.
But, alas, mine drowned in the stream.
Oh, doctor, was your intent as pure as it seemed?
You stole my dreams, a thief in broad daylight.
Lost and weak, I prayed for a joke.
But reality slaps me in the face and puts me to the test.
Maloya, Maloya, I know who you are.
Maloya, Maloya, I know where you are.
Your waves crash in the palm of my hands.
Your drums echo in my head.
Your spell exalts my mind and body.
Maloya, Maloya, you are my remedy.
You never really know when it might occur
Time doesn’t tell         nor does the weather
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The sun may shine bright one day,
And a thunderstorm may strike anyway.
In the garden of existence, a bloom unfolds,
Petals of color, stories left untold.
A delicate seed, planted in the soil of time,
A history, a journey, a rhythm, a rhyme.
This post is available in audio form, read and audiodescribed by the authors
Today Joan got in early and cut my hair. I like it straight and right under the ears. It always amazes me how good a hairdresser she is when she obviously never even trim her split ends. She is a strange scruffy young woman that one, but I like her. And I can no longer cut my own hair. My hands are so crooked and swollen, I can no longer take my rings off. Sometimes Joan massages my claw-like fingers with lotion. She says they feel like prayer beads under her smooth white fingertips. She is a cheeky young woman that one.
I wish humanity could wake up and collectively make a decision,
Let’s listen to our hearts, as this world is in dire need of correction.
I am filled with so much pain and doubt inside myself.
When we see ourselves through their lens, we’re no longer ourselves.
I was born without a name. I went by my designation number.
The war was still raging.
I was told that I was born because of the war. The others don’t have the X at the end of their designations like I do. I have it because my prototype was genetically enhanced to fight in the war.
When the war ended, they told me my name was Sam and I had a family to go live with. I argued that I had been born to fight a war, not to live an ordinary life. They told me I would have to be terminated since there was no war left to fight.
So, I did what all the other soldiers did—I packed my bags and I went home.
I was born in Hackettstown, New Jersey.
All my friends called me Pirate Maddy.
Of my kingdom, I was not a princess but a king.
In the spring of my life, Dad said to me:
Maddy, we’re moving to The City.
And I felt in my heart the swell rising. Continue reading “The Mahu”
Dans le jardin de vie, fleurit une rose,
PĂ©tales de secrets, couleurs en prose.
Semée en douceur dans le temps qui va,
Elle vit d’histoires, de rimes, en aura.
