Written by
Stephen Mead

As a writer and artist publishing for the last three decades, Stephen Mead has finally gotten around to getting links to his poetry still online at various zines available in one place: http://stephenmead.weebly.com/links-to/poetry-on-the-line-stephen-mead His latest Amazon release is entitled "Our Spirit Life”", a poetry/art meditation on family heritage, love, and the evanescence of time. For Christmas 2014 he released a sound collage song cycle, "Threnody for a Forgotten Plague", a series-in-progress, dealing with the early days of the AIDS Pandemic, free to listen to via amazingtunes.com [link]

Homesickness

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Is physical, a ball bouncing about eyelids,
Intestines swelling behind, soldering the tongue
To a croak.

Never mind it, try a bottle, a book, some hazy
Face bisecting the landscape while gaping
From the train.

Is diminishment a transversal the farther
You go away, shoulders turned from the driver,
backing into approach?

Will it be long,
The body’s suitcase asks, packing up cigs,
Keys, I.D. for a life dispossessing the tangible
Quadrants, meaning: uprooted, belonging
To some travelogue filmed in a foreign language
While panhandling post cards strangers dodge.

Alright, to be honest, such indulgence is silent,
This vision, these fingers, lips, nerve
Shot companions leave after
Knowing home is the missing:
The thing that is not there

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Volume 14

Home Is Not A Place - Spring 2015

Verse

Homesickness