• Echo

    A. E. Stallings

    Spring 2019

    What tales we tell what tales                                                          What ails?
    About the girls gone quiet                                                                        Yet
    The story-telling ones                                                                               once
    Who entertained the heart                                                                       art 
    Till suddenly they ceased.                                                                      eased 
    What makes the tongue inert?                                                                hurt.
    What turns the voice to swords                                                            Words, 
    Cutting the throat? What  takes                                                             aches,
    The name from the alibi                                                                               I 

    A. E. Stallings is an American poet who has lived in Greece since 1999. She has recently published a new verse translation of Hesiod’s Works and Days (Penguin Classics), and a new collection of poetry, Like (with FSG).

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    Donika Kelly


    I take the first snowfall for ash. Mistake
    I mean, the first flake that comes wispin
    down for the remnant of some thing burned
    perhaps, for warmth or in error. When we were
    young, we stood with our backs not to the past
    or future but toward the hot desperation
    of being alive and for right now.

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