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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
winter's end
light pulls back
to the surface
THF Per Diem Archive
S. Pierides December 2014, Light & Dark
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
the tui's descant
irridescence teetering
at the edge of light
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
night of stars!
the hairs on the nape
of my neck
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
cancer ward —
nursery rhymes tick-tock
bitter clear
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
gibbet dawn . . .
the jangle of silver
dangles down
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
stillborn lullaby
the stretch of the milky way
between our voices
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
autumn road . . .
the sound of emptiness
in my footfall
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
not expecting
such fucking fruitfulness
this pulp of love
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
dead silence
the scattered remains
of a big bang
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
grey Buddha
a halo of hydrangeas
soften the stone
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
see how time
reshapes my silhouette
cast by moonlight . . .
far away a half moon
rises out of my past
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
mountain silence,
I will get to hear
the shifts of light . . .
I am well versed in the paths
of your valley mists
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
poet's park
only the rustling grasses
on this trail
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
the dew drop
hanging still from the leaf . . .
it would not be
had not my own eyes
been tinted by dawn
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
entering the mist
I become so at one
with mere being
that, with the forming of shapes
and words, it slips away
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
in autumn rain
the living too are strangers —
graveyard moss
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
star viewing
all that was
telescoped into the present
yet to be
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
by autumn light
the flicker of child fingers
shadow dancing beads . . .
a mayfly upon the stream
your words ripple through silence
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
suburban dawn . . .
a treadmill quickens
with purpose
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
early bird . . .
the whole universe twists
in a wormhole
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
first frost
the blackbird too sings
of some other light
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
fantail song . . .
still the fetal echoes
of a fatal quest
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
end of leaves . . .
some ancient god turns
on my eyes
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
- Category: May 2014
star crossed night —
open hands bloom with
open wounds