Alexei Raymond offers his heart, shaped by life and love in the Middle East. He chases visions of unspeakable loveliness. Find pieces of him in a variety of publications.

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Смерtь моя

Never seen though
Felt nesting amidst bonebranches & bloodvines—
Blackplumed, you must be
held back.
I’ll die?
Aye.
Your mimicry; mocking? Morose?
It is heard and reckoned
As you thrash to burst free
Past brood beat blood and bone.
Out.
And then where?

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