Stephen
Mead is a published artist/writer living in northeastern NY. Related Urls
for his artwork seen in are Absolute
Arts, and 123soho.com.
Stephen also has several title pieces of e books online.
These pieces incorporate both image and text as does his e book, "We
Are More Than Our Wounds", published June ’04.
August 19th '88
Music, a kind of epoxy
Keeping bones in place,
The same with words, every
Night, either a cassette or poem
To be made so I can remember
What sleep is for, how to go
Down towards it, no little death,
But, presently, just some toy boat,
A different sense of awareness,
Rowing, rowing, the oars sticking
But re-lifted, breath after flushing
Sheep heated breath, now a lamb
Lying, oar-less, poppy scented, marrow
Fluid in the deep
Furry world that it loves