Alain SUPPINI

Joined January 2025

312 stories

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I’m Alain — a French critical care anesthesiologist who writes to keep memory alive. Between past and present, medicine and words, I search for what endures.

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Unresolved
"Are you still there?" "I never left." "You said you would." "I said I might." "You always say that." "And you always hear promises where I only offer possibilities."
By Alain SUPPINIa day ago in Fiction
Those of the In-Between
I was born before the world learned how to blink. Back when silence had weight, and time carried a smell— dust, warm grass, metal in the sun.
By Alain SUPPINI7 days ago in Poets
Still Here
Important Notice: This guide is written for one occupant. If you are reading it aloud to someone else, lower your voice. The walls are thin. The house remembers volume.
By Alain SUPPINI8 days ago in Fiction
Winter Hands
Your hand finding mine heat blooming where fingers meet, night softens its bite.
By Alain SUPPINI20 days ago in Poets
Found in the Dark
I spent years turning my face upward, searching for light as if it were something external — a door opening, a hand reaching back for me,
By Alain SUPPINI27 days ago in Poets
Things I Buried So They Could Grow
I did not bury them to forget. I buried them because the weight was too much for my hands to hold in daylight. Some griefs are seeds
By Alain SUPPINIabout a month ago in Poets
FODMAP: The Sugar Trap
For most people, food is fuel. For others, it feels like a daily negotiation between pleasure and pain — the joy of eating versus the fear of bloating, cramps, or the sudden urgency to find a bathroom. If that balancing act sounds familiar, you’re far from alone. A growing body of research suggests that one culprit may lurk in plain sight: FODMAPs, a group of fermentable carbohydrates that can wreak havoc on sensitive digestive systems.
By Alain SUPPINIabout a month ago in Longevity
After the Fire, the Whisper
When the fire finally died, we stood inside the silence like two survivors of a language we no longer spoke. The walls were blackened,
By Alain SUPPINIabout a month ago in Poets
The Anatomy of Letting Go
First, locate the point of separation. It is rarely where you expect. Not the chest — too obvious. Not the throat — too dramatic.
By Alain SUPPINI2 months ago in Poets
The Almost of You
I have written to you for years — the version of you that never arrived, that never quite fit the shape of the world. You were always almost real,
By Alain SUPPINI2 months ago in Poets
Where My Life Stopped
The Island You Never Really Leave Some places do not let you go. You leave them with a suitcase, a plane ticket, and the certainty of youth —
By Alain SUPPINI2 months ago in Confessions
How to Teach a Shadow to Speak
First, turn toward the place where your shadow waits. It knows you, even when you have forgotten your own outline. Do not demand language.
By Alain SUPPINI2 months ago in Poets

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Unresolved

Those of the In-Between

Still Here

Winter Hands

Found in the Dark

Things I Buried So They Could Grow

FODMAP: The Sugar Trap

After the Fire, the Whisper

The Anatomy of Letting Go

The Almost of You

Where My Life Stopped

How to Teach a Shadow to Speak

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