Benoît Pioulard - The Very Edge of Its Flame

Anchor as the Muse

With No Advantage

That Wounded Weathered

Whose Palms Create

Initial B.P.

A Shade of Celadon

So Etched in Memory

Under the Break Arch

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Is in Its Clearest Form

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

As Would a Weaver

Of Everything That Rhymes

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

And Relent

Twisted

Mocha

Why Won't You Love Me

OUT THE MUD

Savaş (The War)

Indlela

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Sabela

Muntu wami

What I Might Do

Wave#2 (Boots Movement)

Life

When We Were Young

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