{"id":9373,"date":"2015-10-27T08:00:23","date_gmt":"2015-10-27T08:00:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=9373"},"modified":"2015-09-23T11:16:26","modified_gmt":"2015-09-23T11:16:26","slug":"stephen-mead","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/stephen-mead\/","title":{"rendered":"Stephen Mead"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3>Rain<\/h3>\n<p>The smell in our clothes, our sheets,<br \/>\nThe skin itself \u2013<br \/>\nDawn of grey salt sea, the teary veil<br \/>\nOf diamond dew, drop upon drop, &amp;<br \/>\nBeauty in the glimmering light<br \/>\nScooped up \u2013<br \/>\nReflections pouring fog, the aerial<br \/>\nWorld\u00a0 I love \u2013<\/p>\n<p>Happily flapping laundry, Dover<br \/>\nGulls knowing sun, feathers<br \/>\nNestling meadows for the chill<\/p>\n<p>In our spirits,<br \/>\nFor the solitary poignancy felt,<br \/>\nAssuaged by mead, by rainwater,<br \/>\nThe weather\u2019s cup drunk daily &amp;<\/p>\n<p>Breathed back, miraculous, this<br \/>\nLife apart from but, as well,<br \/>\nA part of the dying flight, the uprush,<br \/>\nThe very air<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Surging<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>As a writer and artist publishing for the last three decades, <strong>Stephen Mead has<\/strong> finally gotten around to getting links to his poetry still online at various zines available in one place:<a href=\"http:\/\/stephenmead.weebly.com\/links-to\/poetry-on-the-line-stephen-mead\" target=\"_blank\"> stephenmead.weebly.com<\/a>.\u00a0 His latest Amazon release\u00a0 is entitled Our Spirit Life, a poetry\/art meditation on family heritage, love,\u00a0 and the evanescence of time.\u00a0 For Christmas 2014 he released a sound collage song cycle, <em>Threnody for a Forgotten Plague<\/em>, a series-in-progress, dealing with the early days of the AIDS Pandemic.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Rain The smell in our clothes, our sheets, The skin itself \u2013 Dawn of grey salt sea, the teary veil Of diamond dew, drop upon drop, &amp; Beauty in the glimmering light Scooped up \u2013 Reflections pouring fog, the aerial World\u00a0 I love \u2013 Happily flapping laundry, Dover Gulls knowing sun, feathers Nestling [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9373","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9373","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9373"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9373\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9375,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9373\/revisions\/9375"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9373"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9373"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9373"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}