Benoît Pioulard - Anchor as the Muse

Initial B.P.

As Would a Weaver

Is in Its Clearest Form

That Wounded Weathered

And Relent

A Shade of Celadon

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Under the Break Arch

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

With No Advantage

So Etched in Memory

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Whose Palms Create

Of Everything That Rhymes

Седая ночь

Marmalade

По барам

Rampampam

Можно я с тобой

КАК MOMMY

Девочка бандитка

Девочка, танцуй

Пьяный туман

МАЛИНОВАЯ ЛАДА

Лесник

Кукла колдуна

Птичка

Алёшка

Никто