I’m a digital artist. I’m building worlds, designing visuals, and writing a sci-fi comic. But when I saw the call for Carnet 03—a city-wide contest inviting Montrealers to fill a blank notebook with poetry, stories, art, or raw emotion—I felt something tug at me. Not just as an artist. As a writer. As a girl who once scribbled poems in the margins of her notebooks and never dared show them.

A Poem That Refuses to Wake Some poems do not ask to be read. They ask to be entered, quietly, like a room in a dream, still warm from

When I first heard about the Carnet 03 contest hosted by Maison de la culture Marie-Uguay, I felt something spark in me—and I’m not just say

I have always been drawn to fire. It is a force of destruction and renewal, a symbol of transformation and intensity. My fascination with it

I wrote this poem a year ago, inspired by the experience of falling for someone from another world. It reflects the enduring nature of true

I wrote this poem to impress a man who also writes poetry. You know that difficult feeling of falling for someone who ghosts you but still l