Member since April 11, 2009 | 11,220 Readings |
Andy Stallings lives in Deerfield, Massachusetts with his wife, Melissa Dickey, and their children Esme, Curran, and Galen. He teaches at Deerfield Academy. His first book of poems, “To the Heart of the World,” came out with Rescue Press in 2014.
A lion is in everything
A lion is in everything. A beautiful lion, sure, of many colors and times of day, but still, a lion. / Especially it is in the compositeswe let run
The earth has a curving structure which permits / the roots of the jacaranda to sprout and blossom / as a shrub we would say holds angular relation
Tonight we've emptied our garage onto the driveway & I'm thinking about Alex Chilton / I know I'm not the first one who's ever
The best is how walking / down any street with books or nothing / on my way through winter / or bright blue you burst / like strong Italian
Things once meant / Gestures / Faceted seaside mornings / A man could wake up dead / in the lavish expanse of an overpass / Charmed by the
The day gets / million-pointed / and intermittently / loud. Spangles / I detect in my / trouser crease / that don't shake / free, and a beach
However else the syntax / spread, there were / in that grove dove-eyed / lemons and everyone ate. / / I was sound / as a protein swimming /
My hiding-place vibrates / like dinner's in it. Around / a neighbor's brisket / some deck chairs assemble, / and the young pines / lining the
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after John Schuyler // / Under the red streak, / we decide is an iron sea ledge, / is a childish blue scarf, a boy’s eyes / fluttering like
Moon madness I live sweetly & those placards // Jesus protect her on the toilet because Jesus / Planet of blue, white-crested tides & pull
Lou Reed’s 0-bituary: The Prequel
November 8, 2013 4:48 pm Hey, brother! Goddamn, it’s been a minute. Good to hear from you, and seriously, thanks for reading my stuff. If I’m honest,
DADS EAT RICE, TOO (a collaborative poem
Emily Kendal Frey
We were eating all alone // "Comment allez-vous?" // How are you, but formal // Their penny loafers were too tight // Spring had followed them into
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