Dear voices fill a room beyond the wall fill my ear, my cup, so far for us to go undersea, aboveground, feeling for a level surface upon the earth the timbres, the changes, lovely, in accordance barely vibrating these bones little half-moons of smokelight in the typewriter keys
Singing close to the ground light tastes like air, kinda touched, felt by other generations “bright nests in nests” my hope, it will be air plus music touch a dry grass stalk, it’s whole they don’t seem like great distances to shoeless feet I.M. Jean Valentine
Jared Stanley lives and teaches in Reno, Nevada. He’s the author, most recently, of EARS, Shall, and Ignore the Cries of Empty Stones and Your Flesh Will Break Out in Scavengers. Recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Bennington Review, Oversound, and Posit. Upcoming collaborations include A Lip Smack, Laughter, Paper Rustles, (with Sameer Farooq) and La Jolla Reading Room (with Matthew Hebert). Follow on Instagram at @jared_stanley_studio.
