April 2018
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
mealed-with-flesh
from man-mold made
man-mould mound
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
nothing's said hot
lest it be dreamed out
in nothing but words
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
wordless tryst
the scent of crushed leaves
where we lay
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- Written by: Clayton Beach & Hansha Teki
a tulip waits
in the silence
before daylight
a river's roar rises
from the heart of darkness
the yellowed keys
of a vintage steinway
gather dust
songs of yesteryear
seep through cracked windows
a sparrow feather
stays aloft
in the summer sun
barely a breath
the stillness
of a deer
child lying slain
by a father's gun
the echo
of an ancient tale
now so real
from the belly of leviathan
he slouches toward ninevah
sunset fire
its hour comes round
in the end
Clayton Beach
Hansha Teki