Allan Andre typing under trees

Here you can read some of my poetry, both improvised and composed, published and unpublished. Some is accompanied by video, audio, or artwork. Sharing or comments are welcome.

American Gothic.

                          (for Mariah.)Soil leads to soil;     a blossom leads to petals falling;eating leads to digestionand to poisons, bodies spent. Uptown, a utopian farmhas taken root in an empty lot:residents fend off ratsto make of pavement, food-Eve was never...

whatever.

whatever.      whichever is maybe    and    however, but...       intrinsic to apotheosisis the Grand Canal,  the eidolons of Europe,   haunted language.  the werewithal to processsound arose in Greek,   in alphabets,   as a bland    "meh"  transformed into    a...

Sweat

JKS 30/30 Poetic Vision Series | by Allan Andre

Buckshot (or, a birthday bouquet)

                                                                                                      (for the husband-and-husband  team  at Sibling Rivalry Press.)            HERE you go                 -there you are   sweetie,             and in counter-rhythm I...

you are by volcanoes flung.

    erupt into a sky                                                              you didn't make     but that pulls                                    your ash upwards                                                                         unflinchingly.     don't...

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