Listen. Rain
against mesh,
wetness thrumming.
Enter the scent
of warmth, a shoulder
shelter, while, in
the distance, conveyed
to me you put your head
to a window, & do not see.

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A resident of NY, Stephen Mead is an Outsider multi-media artist and writer.  Since the 1990s he's been grateful to many editors for publishing his work in print zines and eventually online.  He is also grateful to have managed to keep various day jobs for the Health Insurance. In 2014 he began a webpage to gather various links to his published poetry in one place.
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