Potential Titles: A.E. Stallings
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A curtain near a candle - A.E. Stallings "Accident Waiting to Happen"
Nothing is more permanent than the temporary - A.E. Stallings "After a Greek Proverb"
Nostalgia and tear gas have the same acrid smack - A.E. Stallings "After a Greek Proverb"
We stash bones in the closet when we don't have time - A.E. Stallings "After a Greek Proverb"
Coming to terms with the night - A.E. Stallings "Another Bedtime Story"
Divided by their eloquence - A.E. Stallings "The Argument"
A patient art, knapped from a core of flint - A.E. Stallings "Arrowhead Hunting"
At the frontier of his music - A.E. Stallings "Blackbird Etude"
The blackbird sings at the frontier of his music - A.E. Stallings "Blackbird Etude"
Marks the brink of doubt - A.E. Stallings "Blackbird Etude"
Glad here at the border - A.E. Stallings "Blackbird Etude"
Found out by gravity - A.E. Stallings "The Boatman to Psyche, on the River Styx"
The river of wrath - A.E. Stallings "The Boatman to Psyche, on the River Styx"
Only stopped clocks and no reflections - A.E. Stallings "The Boatman to Psyche, on the River Styx"
Smoke's reputation - A.E. Stallings "Burned"
Fetched up from the weeds of the drowned - A.E. Stallings "The Catch"
Our fashioning that will have no brother - A.E. Stallings "The Catch"
The rude democracy of bone - A.E. Stallings "The Cenotaph"
The barrow of the buried year - A.E. Stallings "The Compost Heap"
The hour of broken luck - A.E. Stallings "Country Song"
Through my tributary veins - A.E. Stallings "Country Song"
Takes a twisted mind, a puzzled art - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"
A fractal branching of mistakes - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"
The spirit level, sacred chart - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"
That snakes and ladders to its shaky start - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"
An average mazing of mistakes - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"
Dead ends that seem like lucky breaks - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"
Through limestone caverns of mistakes - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"
Orpheus struck dumb with hindsight - A.E. Stallings "Dead Language Lesson"
An agony past all correction - A.E. Stallings "Dead Language Lesson"
Always losing the scent when it crosses the Styx - A.E. Stallings "The Dogdom of the Dead"
Wind skinning itself in the trees - A.E. Stallings "The Dogdom of the Dead"
Ungrateful creatures with their own lives - A.E. Stallings "The Dogdom of the Dead"
Stray back into the moonlight and other kitchens - A.E. Stallings "The Dogdom of the Dead"
In the attic of forgotten shapes - A.E. Stallings "The Doll House"
Amongst the smells of mothballs and cigars - A.E. Stallings "The Doll House"
Out of the body's loom - A.E. Stallings "The Dress of One Occasion"
Drinks it down with a glass of gin - A.E. Stallings "Drinking Song"
The haunted rooms obey - A.E. Stallings "The Eldest Sister to Psyche"
Hears nothing but the white vowels of the wind - A.E. Stallings "Epic Simile"
Wind brushing through stands of spears - A.E. Stallings "Epic Simile"
Leaps away like luck, over rapid water - A.E. Stallings "Epic Simile"
Always was a matter of revision - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"
The first rough draft of history or legend - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"
Refracts discreet components of a beauty - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"
Fix them in some still more perfect order - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"
Where things can be reinvented no longer - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"
A red eye at the telescope's far tapering - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"
Speaking with 100 iron tongues - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"
A dim nimbus on my head - A.E. Stallings "Evil Eye"
Forget the failed rehearsals of a mirth - A.E. Stallings "Evil Eye"
We walk out like shadows of a doubt - A.E. Stallings "Evil Eye"
Into the changed look of the afternoon - A.E. Stallings "Evil Eye"
Vanished at the sound of voices - A.E. Stallings "Extinction of Silence"
The circular argument of time - A.E. Stallings "Failure"
Who's always promising and walking out - A.E. Stallings "Failure"
Nothing in your pockets but your fists - A.E. Stallings "Failure"
From a row of identical masks - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-Tale Logic"
Select the prince from a row of identical masks - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-tale Logic"
Gather the chin hairs of a man-eating goat - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-tale Logic"
Cross a sulphuric lake in a leaky boat - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-tale Logic"
Count dust specks, mote by mote - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-tale Logic"
Something impossible up your sleeve - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-tale Logic"
Breaks the spell of the ancient, numbered hours - A.E. Stallings "First Miracle"
In the Museum of Sorrow stand - A.E. Stallings "Funereal Stelae: Kerameikos, Athens"
Travels by dead reckoning - A.E. Stallings "The Ghost Ship"
For the sound of insomnia - A.E. Stallings "Handbook of the Foley Artist"
The sound of a broken heart - A.E. Stallings "Handbook of the Foley Artist"
Nudging towards the brinks - A.E. Stallings "Hangup"
Assemble the lost borders - A.E. Stallings "Jigsaw Puzzles"
Restore the fractured world - A.E. Stallings "Jigsaw Puzzles"
Zither of chromatic scale - A.E. Stallings "Momentary"
I only recognize her going - A.E. Stallings "Momentary"
Your forebear was the sack of winds - A.E. Stallings "The Mother's Loathing of Balloons"
The boon that gives and then rescinds - A.E. Stallings "The Mother's Loathing of Balloons"
The force that blows everyone off course - A.E. Stallings "The Mother's Loathing of Balloons"
Marooning all you've left behind - A.E. Stallings "The Mother's Loathing of Balloons"
Pickled in a vat of tears - A.E. Stallings "Olives"
The slow chromatics of a bruise - A.E. Stallings "Olives"
In treasuries of oil - A.E. Stallings "Olives"
Full of the golden past - A.E. Stallings "Olives"
The sun's great warship - A.E. Stallings "On Visiting a Borrowed Country House in Arcadia"
Opening the blank future like a letter - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"
The vertigo of possibility - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"
As the oboe lights the pure torch - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"
Torn ticket in my hand - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"
And corners of the room go prismed - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"
Must discharge a freighted heart - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"
When cellos shoulder the tune - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"
The ambered afternoon slanting through motes of dust - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"
The coal fire cherished by the bellows - A.E. Stallings "The Rosehead Nail"
And crowns utility with rose - A.E. Stallings "The Rosehead Nail"
Likewise props up scarecrow silences - A.E. Stallings "Sestina: Like"
Not just buying time on credit - A.E. Stallings "Sestina: Like"
Exertion draws the mind from hope - A.E. Stallings "Sisyphus"
The quirk of hope in recurrent nightmares - A.E. Stallings "Sisyphus"
The luck of all the draws is the weight of stone - A.E. Stallings "Sisyphus"
Real as a bitter orange - A.E. Stallings "Sublunary"
Some shy, unbidden happiness - A.E. Stallings "Telephonophobia"
Or sing them for spite - A.E. Stallings "Triolet on a Line Apocryphally Ascribed to Martin Luther"
Wearing decay like diadems - A.E. Stallings "Tulips"
A sorrow you call teeth - A.E. Stallings "Two Nursery Rhymes: Lullaby and Rebuttal"
The warm, white oblivion of sleep - A.E. Stallings "Two Nursery Rhymes: Lullaby and Rebuttal"
Light as an exile's suitcase - A.E. Stallings "Two Violins"
Choices that we didn't make and never wanted - A.E. Stallings "Whethering"
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Nothing is more permanent than the temporary - A.E. Stallings "After a Greek Proverb"
Nostalgia and tear gas have the same acrid smack - A.E. Stallings "After a Greek Proverb"
We stash bones in the closet when we don't have time - A.E. Stallings "After a Greek Proverb"
Coming to terms with the night - A.E. Stallings "Another Bedtime Story"
Divided by their eloquence - A.E. Stallings "The Argument"
A patient art, knapped from a core of flint - A.E. Stallings "Arrowhead Hunting"
At the frontier of his music - A.E. Stallings "Blackbird Etude"
The blackbird sings at the frontier of his music - A.E. Stallings "Blackbird Etude"
Marks the brink of doubt - A.E. Stallings "Blackbird Etude"
Glad here at the border - A.E. Stallings "Blackbird Etude"
Found out by gravity - A.E. Stallings "The Boatman to Psyche, on the River Styx"
The river of wrath - A.E. Stallings "The Boatman to Psyche, on the River Styx"
Only stopped clocks and no reflections - A.E. Stallings "The Boatman to Psyche, on the River Styx"
Smoke's reputation - A.E. Stallings "Burned"
Fetched up from the weeds of the drowned - A.E. Stallings "The Catch"
Our fashioning that will have no brother - A.E. Stallings "The Catch"
The rude democracy of bone - A.E. Stallings "The Cenotaph"
The barrow of the buried year - A.E. Stallings "The Compost Heap"
The hour of broken luck - A.E. Stallings "Country Song"
Through my tributary veins - A.E. Stallings "Country Song"
Takes a twisted mind, a puzzled art - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"
A fractal branching of mistakes - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"
The spirit level, sacred chart - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"
That snakes and ladders to its shaky start - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"
An average mazing of mistakes - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"
Dead ends that seem like lucky breaks - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"
Through limestone caverns of mistakes - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"
Orpheus struck dumb with hindsight - A.E. Stallings "Dead Language Lesson"
An agony past all correction - A.E. Stallings "Dead Language Lesson"
Always losing the scent when it crosses the Styx - A.E. Stallings "The Dogdom of the Dead"
Wind skinning itself in the trees - A.E. Stallings "The Dogdom of the Dead"
Ungrateful creatures with their own lives - A.E. Stallings "The Dogdom of the Dead"
Stray back into the moonlight and other kitchens - A.E. Stallings "The Dogdom of the Dead"
In the attic of forgotten shapes - A.E. Stallings "The Doll House"
Amongst the smells of mothballs and cigars - A.E. Stallings "The Doll House"
Out of the body's loom - A.E. Stallings "The Dress of One Occasion"
Drinks it down with a glass of gin - A.E. Stallings "Drinking Song"
The haunted rooms obey - A.E. Stallings "The Eldest Sister to Psyche"
Hears nothing but the white vowels of the wind - A.E. Stallings "Epic Simile"
Wind brushing through stands of spears - A.E. Stallings "Epic Simile"
Leaps away like luck, over rapid water - A.E. Stallings "Epic Simile"
Always was a matter of revision - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"
The first rough draft of history or legend - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"
Refracts discreet components of a beauty - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"
Fix them in some still more perfect order - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"
Where things can be reinvented no longer - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"
A red eye at the telescope's far tapering - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"
Speaking with 100 iron tongues - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"
A dim nimbus on my head - A.E. Stallings "Evil Eye"
Forget the failed rehearsals of a mirth - A.E. Stallings "Evil Eye"
We walk out like shadows of a doubt - A.E. Stallings "Evil Eye"
Into the changed look of the afternoon - A.E. Stallings "Evil Eye"
Vanished at the sound of voices - A.E. Stallings "Extinction of Silence"
The circular argument of time - A.E. Stallings "Failure"
Who's always promising and walking out - A.E. Stallings "Failure"
Nothing in your pockets but your fists - A.E. Stallings "Failure"
From a row of identical masks - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-Tale Logic"
Select the prince from a row of identical masks - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-tale Logic"
Gather the chin hairs of a man-eating goat - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-tale Logic"
Cross a sulphuric lake in a leaky boat - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-tale Logic"
Count dust specks, mote by mote - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-tale Logic"
Something impossible up your sleeve - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-tale Logic"
Breaks the spell of the ancient, numbered hours - A.E. Stallings "First Miracle"
In the Museum of Sorrow stand - A.E. Stallings "Funereal Stelae: Kerameikos, Athens"
Travels by dead reckoning - A.E. Stallings "The Ghost Ship"
For the sound of insomnia - A.E. Stallings "Handbook of the Foley Artist"
The sound of a broken heart - A.E. Stallings "Handbook of the Foley Artist"
Nudging towards the brinks - A.E. Stallings "Hangup"
Assemble the lost borders - A.E. Stallings "Jigsaw Puzzles"
Restore the fractured world - A.E. Stallings "Jigsaw Puzzles"
Zither of chromatic scale - A.E. Stallings "Momentary"
I only recognize her going - A.E. Stallings "Momentary"
Your forebear was the sack of winds - A.E. Stallings "The Mother's Loathing of Balloons"
The boon that gives and then rescinds - A.E. Stallings "The Mother's Loathing of Balloons"
The force that blows everyone off course - A.E. Stallings "The Mother's Loathing of Balloons"
Marooning all you've left behind - A.E. Stallings "The Mother's Loathing of Balloons"
Pickled in a vat of tears - A.E. Stallings "Olives"
The slow chromatics of a bruise - A.E. Stallings "Olives"
In treasuries of oil - A.E. Stallings "Olives"
Full of the golden past - A.E. Stallings "Olives"
The sun's great warship - A.E. Stallings "On Visiting a Borrowed Country House in Arcadia"
Opening the blank future like a letter - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"
The vertigo of possibility - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"
As the oboe lights the pure torch - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"
Torn ticket in my hand - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"
And corners of the room go prismed - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"
Must discharge a freighted heart - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"
When cellos shoulder the tune - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"
The ambered afternoon slanting through motes of dust - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"
The coal fire cherished by the bellows - A.E. Stallings "The Rosehead Nail"
And crowns utility with rose - A.E. Stallings "The Rosehead Nail"
Likewise props up scarecrow silences - A.E. Stallings "Sestina: Like"
Not just buying time on credit - A.E. Stallings "Sestina: Like"
Exertion draws the mind from hope - A.E. Stallings "Sisyphus"
The quirk of hope in recurrent nightmares - A.E. Stallings "Sisyphus"
The luck of all the draws is the weight of stone - A.E. Stallings "Sisyphus"
Real as a bitter orange - A.E. Stallings "Sublunary"
Some shy, unbidden happiness - A.E. Stallings "Telephonophobia"
Or sing them for spite - A.E. Stallings "Triolet on a Line Apocryphally Ascribed to Martin Luther"
Wearing decay like diadems - A.E. Stallings "Tulips"
A sorrow you call teeth - A.E. Stallings "Two Nursery Rhymes: Lullaby and Rebuttal"
The warm, white oblivion of sleep - A.E. Stallings "Two Nursery Rhymes: Lullaby and Rebuttal"
Light as an exile's suitcase - A.E. Stallings "Two Violins"
Choices that we didn't make and never wanted - A.E. Stallings "Whethering"
Poet's Wikipedia page.
Navigation Links:
Go to S author index.
Go to author indices.
Go to word indices.
Go to category indices.