January 2017
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
a sequence for my daughter
jigsaw child
fitting words
fall together
only this
the flicker of blood
barely glimpsed
singled out
by silence
our mutable feast
in the world
if only of it
daughter buffalo
echoing
what has no voice
daughter of mine
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
notes towards an end
always now
before it has a name
morning light
does it live
the other I think
in the word
vital signs
the form conforms
to the word
eye to eye
what comes to pass
with a yes
no room now
light without end
fills the night
to be
what is hidden
and seen
Otata 13 - January 2017