Benoît Pioulard - A Shade of Celadon

Of Everything That Rhymes

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Initial B.P.

With No Advantage

Is in Its Clearest Form

So Etched in Memory

Anchor as the Muse

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Whose Palms Create

As Would a Weaver

An Image Apart from Ourselves

And Relent

Under the Break Arch

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

That Wounded Weathered

Purple Reign

Mr. Wrong

Versace On The Floor

Make It Easy

Umuhle

I Don't Mind

Blinding Lights

Easy On Me

Sabela

Forever in Love

Savaş (The War)

No Lie

Fantasy

When We Were Young

Ngiyabonga Mama