Poetry and Artwork by Stacy Esch
"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 [...]
"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 [...]
One Morning © Stacy Esch Kissing you Hear as my silence is (PART V) We merge alone together now While life has intercourse with time Logic is replaced [...]
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 [...]
I had a story in me and it was bruise-blue. Sure, it had some powder-blue parts, too. Never mind the story. It was meaning itself Made whole as a robin’s egg, [...]