Andy Stallings


Such gloss, and sway, and
transparent grace, as paradise
deftly affords just weights my
temper. That light drag stuns
the atmosphere. Such an
obvious skin, stripped and
stung, wound up with aloe
and salt. Bright assessment of
our westernmost hour, rainís
layered array. Bright dyslexic
spark. I make a sheltering
gesture. From windís riverine
extracting heat, as varnished,
as banished, as held. From
here the slipstream spreads.
Whatever disappears
becomes a mirror, still talking
about the world as it

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