June 2014

Details: Written by: Stephen Bailey

still falling

the fig-leafed flesh

of its fruit

Details: Written by: Stephen Bailey

unmeasured space

the sound of foot-falls

in the yard

Details: Written by: Stephen Bailey

secret tryst

my blood with hers

in the flea

Details: Written by: Stephen Bailey

by moonlight

the almostness

of her kiss

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fallow field

our bodies follow

the seasons

Details: Written by: Stephen Bailey

frogpond —

a critic dissects

the haiku

Details: Written by: Stephen Bailey

the sound of it

before it ceased to exist —

a big bang

Details: Written by: Stephen Bailey

a star

out of focus

out of itself

Details: Written by: Stephen Bailey

the dark drift

of a floating point

between galaxies

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winter sport —

the cries of the poor

to wanton boys

Details: Written by: Stephen Bailey

breaking fast —

the nets cast out

for new seas

Details: Written by: Stephen Bailey

distant voice

in a potter's field

of dreams

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fruit-stripped tree —

a flock of lambs gambol

to their slaughter

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a baptism

of three white feathers

in my hair

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in the storm

an orphan drawing

friendly fire

Details: Written by: Stephen Bailey

fin.

still the same

in French

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