Alain SUPPINI

Joined January 2025

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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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The Second Face
I have worn so many faces that sometimes I forget which one is mine. There is the smile polished for company, bright enough to blind the question
By Alain SUPPINI4 months ago in Poets
Where the Shadows Breathe
Your voice once lit the chambers of my mind, a lantern swaying gently in the deep. Yet shadows lengthened every time I tried
By Alain SUPPINI4 months ago in Poets
Last Descent
Scarlet leaf trembling, caught in a whispering breeze — soft earth takes it in.
By Alain SUPPINI4 months ago in Poets
Inventory of Promises I Forgot
The promise to call back. The promise to write, to reply, to not let silence become its own language. The promise to keep a secret,
By Alain SUPPINI4 months ago in Poets
How to Feed a Hungry Ghost
The ghost always arrives after dark. It does not knock, does not wait. It slides through the cracks of the window, through the marrow of my bones,
By Alain SUPPINI4 months ago in Poets
The Houses I Inhabited Without Ever Living There
I have wandered through houses that never belonged to me. I crossed their thresholds like a trespasser of dreams, my shadow spilling across carpets woven for other feet.
By Alain SUPPINI4 months ago in Poets
Cartography of Invisible Scars
Each scar is an island, unnamed by any atlas, rising quietly from the ocean of skin. Some are coral reefs, sharp enough to cut memory,
By Alain SUPPINI4 months ago in Poets
Constellations of the Lost
Look up. Not every star belongs to the living sky. Some are lit by memory, some by grief, some by names no one speaks anymore.
By Alain SUPPINI4 months ago in Poets
Manual for Carrying Broken Things
Step 1. Acknowledge the shards. Do not pretend your hands are empty. Name the fractures, the splinters, the edges sharp enough to wound.
By Alain SUPPINI4 months ago in Poets
Elegy for the Person I Almost Became
I light this candle for you, you who chose another path. You who linger in the margins of my decisions, a constellation of could-have-beens,
By Alain SUPPINI4 months ago in Poets
The Ocean Inside My Ribs
There is an ocean inside my ribs. Not calm, not turquoise postcard water, but a restless tide— waves breaking against bone,
By Alain SUPPINI4 months ago in Poets
Anatomy of Silence
The Mouth Holds a hush between the teeth. The tongue curls around words that never left, pressing them against enamel like prisoners against glass.
By Alain SUPPINI4 months ago in Poets

Alain SUPPINI

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The Second Face

Where the Shadows Breathe

Last Descent

Inventory of Promises I Forgot

How to Feed a Hungry Ghost

The Houses I Inhabited Without Ever Living There

Cartography of Invisible Scars

Constellations of the Lost

Manual for Carrying Broken Things

Elegy for the Person I Almost Became

The Ocean Inside My Ribs

Anatomy of Silence

Achievements (3)