Benoît Pioulard - Is in Its Clearest Form

An Image Apart from Ourselves

And Relent

That Wounded Weathered

Of Everything That Rhymes

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Anchor as the Muse

So Etched in Memory

The Very Edge of Its Flame

A Shade of Celadon

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

As Would a Weaver

Under the Break Arch

Whose Palms Create

Initial B.P.

With No Advantage

Птичка

Дурак и молния

Мёртвый Анархист

Пьяный туман

Алёшка

Dance Monkey

Rampampam

Снежинки

МАЛИНОВАЯ ЛАДА

По барам

Пошла жара

Black Samurai

Девочка бандитка

Komarovo

Marmalade