By Stephen Mead Dove-gray of course, another peace-pearlthe sheen of these streets,the droplets speckling screens & panesthrough the sounds of some near-slumber -this twittering of birds behind that highway,those tires sizzling to distance& then again, lemon air,the rain thrumming over the petalsin pockets of quiet I feel with shut eyes,the lids as wings vowing today, … Continue reading Sunday Rain
Shine Taken and Other Poems
By Stephen Mead Shine Taken Hole where you were, hole where smell & sweat was a well of warmth. To sip from there was having parchment abruptly become leaves growing right out of the page: The book of you, the riddle in a face so unconsciously itself, so innately expressive yet almost totally mute, summoned … Continue reading Shine Taken and Other Poems
No Wrong Turns and Other Poems
By Stephen Mead No Wrong Turns One day the bus driver decided to surprise us, went left instead of straight. No one complained much & those who did were gently allowed out. The rest of us just didn't mind. I, myself, have always dreamt of such acts of escape: that orchestra swelling upon finding the … Continue reading No Wrong Turns and Other Poems
Two Poems by Stephen Mead
Ariel’s Mission This tree giant knows me & the grasses I pass upon looking to ignite brooks. Listen, I’m calling through the sudden undulation of leaves. Is it some sea sound or else; stranger: Soft whispers, candles in petals placed on a lake? How they float to anoint senses, a hushed travelling dream talk that … Continue reading Two Poems by Stephen Mead
Academy of the Heart And Mind 