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/http://www.amazon.com/Stephen-
Impressions from the Land of Vanished Beautiful Things (I)
In my
mind's eye floats a photograph. The photograph, in turn, is also the
memory of an actual door. This is how the mind can function as both
microscope and telescope; moving in, drawing back,
knobs turning lenses from blurriness to magnified clarity. Writing
this makes the whole business sound detached. Would it be too
sentimental, but also more accurate, to say that this invisible
mechanism exists in my heart, the entire DNA and cells of my
being?
