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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