Poem by Stacy Esch
Poetry and artwork by Stacy Esch.
Poetry and artwork by Stacy Esch.
Artwork by Stacy Esch.
Artwork by Stacy Esch.
Artwork by Stacy Esch.
Artwork by Stacy Esch.
Photography by Stacy Esch.
Artwork by Stacy Esch.
"We're Bound Away" © Stacy Esch Ordinary White and Everyday Wide Pieces of dreams lost in plain sight, low watt light bulbs competing with the sun, silent [...]
Dancing With a Mustang in Inner Space The soul-shattering news alert bit me in the face, cut me up, opened old wounds, and rushed into my bloodstream. I heard the [...]
"Sycamore" © Stacy Esch Overlooked I imagine seeing Till I see what I imagine I see But I don’t see I can’t see But I can imagine [...]
Fiddlesticks! I will concede she had the upper hand at first (or always), but pronounce my last name like a crackling fire or that degree is wasted. I guess I [...]
"Not An Exit" © Stacy Esch This is Not An Exit Plate glass window Warns, “Not an exit.” Polite, with a calm blue dot. But really? For me [...]
Satellites We are satellites Spinning dangerously Throughout this unending universe Simple stardust Caught in mason jars Shaken with poison tonic Toxic elixirs A suicide syringe Injected like homing beacons Magnetic [...]
Public Bath in Seoul The money meant nothing to me I didn’t know how much it was worth Fingers fumbled through my leather wallet, when she Asked me to pay, [...]
(Kind of Blue) Feet up on the coffee table, I loosen my tie. Miles climbs hills, Jimmy Cobb whooshes cymbals, side-a-the road sounds. She comes into the living room. “It’s [...]
"Candle" © Stacy Esch In My Room Soldier's home Moonless night Black Surrounded by enemy silence Machines hum like jailbirds Fixing to riot Words and images Soft melodies [...]
"Burnt" © Stacy Esch Burnt Offerings Returning to a place I love This view from on high Looking for the strength in beauty and truth Looking for lift-off [...]
"No Crisis" © Stacy Esch There Is No Crisis In the big broad morning sky there is no pie and no crisis no faith, no doubt no nihilistic [...]
"By The Way" © Stacy Esch Darkness of Now In another life I was walking along a sunny shaded verdant fragrant sidewalk everything in motion heels clicking, knees [...]
While Her Legs Rest Upon My Shoulders milk honey circles underneath, inside her thighs crushed Pina colada strawberry smoothie parted lips a circle a remedy cunt grips speaks Lew Welch things, floating through [...]
We Can’t All Die In this battle of the will My soldiers are stoic Or bored, half of them asleep It's been very quiet on the front line The blood [...]
Eating Grief at Bickford’s For Allen Ginsberg There are no places anymore Where I can sit at a threadbare table Pick at the crumbs on my plate And wipe The white [...]
Illustration © Stacy Esch Kissing you Hear as my silence is (PART IV) The move of your mind is free To dance and bare no harm to come [...]