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