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Ryan Walsh



Ryan Walsh Ryan Walsh was born and raised in West Virginia. He is author of the collection, Reckonings (Baobab Press), and two previous chapbooks, Reckoner and The Sinks. His poems have also appeared in Blackbird; Ecotone; FIELD; Forklift, Ohio; jubilat; Narrative, and elsewhere. He lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

Recent Work
In Gardens
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In gardens we fall / in love with what grows: / / heirloom harvests of Brandywines and Ox Hearts, / Mortgage Lifters and Big Rainbows, / / …
The Pines
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The Pines / / When the last satellite blinks out / we’ll be left with only stars again: / / the bare sky / and language / our friends / …
Reckoner
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// Since we uploaded into the cloud / the earth misses us / It hasn’t rained for months / The sleek new skins of our hand- / held devices flash /…
Blind Lemon Something
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Once I lived a whole summer / inside a lemon. Bright bitter skies / and the salt. You had to squint / to make sense of it. Laundry / on the line…
Painting
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I paint a field of snow / and a man standing in it. / / That’s my picture of solitude. / / I paint a red bird in flight above the man. / …
Asparagus
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From snow pools and dark soil, it rises. / Spring’s scout. With rubber boots / we walk the morning field / scanning the fine light air of May. /…
The Field
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We’re down 5-2 and I’ve been watching fog / creep into the outfield from behind me, / thinking about the way summer / has already made a ghost…
In the Prairie Hiss of Lithe, Bright…
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Why can’t I be / a slender stalk, / wind-bent, rustling / against sisters, brothers, / braceleted wrists / of the Spirit / instead of marbled…
CHEAT RIVER
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Tonight / on the bridge where I miss you most / I cast a line / / to the river / / The moon shimmers / like a fish scale / / or a…
Sinks of Gandy
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Just off the Dry Fork Road / a cave / offers cover from a storm / / I can’t see to see / / But the dark / / Anything can happen / in…
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