Stephen Mead

Biography

A resident of NY, I have been publishing for roughly a couple of decades as an artist, writer, maker of short collage-films and poetry/music mp3s. For me, the impulse to create comes from some innate need to express feeling and it is my hope that the work strikes a chord in whomever comes across it.

Samples

Downtown Trains & crickets, the space velvet enough for a guitar & Elvis singing soft & low... The night's going slow here, slow as a naked back moving gently to the touch. Reach up a little, feel & mess the hair, taste distance so smoke-close it's a face being named like streets as you near them, slipping into a dream of fading cinemas, of silver rain on the wind. Heading east, now west, this maze takes form, an envelope's navigation to where it belongs, or could, delivered by a kiss of so much sweet spit & sweat. Find, find the address, arm around arm, over neon fields & damp fragrance dense in the shadows. We are that package, its inter-locked strings. We are those rooming house woods.

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.