Member since April 11, 2009 | 14,527 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.
To Carolyn Blessing
There isin the song ofthis rooma held notethat is a holetorn in the air &around it fallsall boundary wederive of such asa mouth & justas…
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…
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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late December, 2016 // Now’s news begins with babies on the way. Just one’s inside me, but another’s ascending to the throne our nation prides…
Gnossienne No. 4
Perseus and Medusa perched on boulders watch the evening news. Blue TV light touches them in a perfectly dark cave. Trickling water just audible,…
Little theories / arranged by bones: / can you hear them? / The canary in conversation / with a hungry beast / swallows–a gesture / so blank, it…
Overnight, the wind lifted the sand / from the shoreline onto the street. / Cars pass while I run against / a staggering flow of morning traffic. /…
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