Ses :: Voice
Andrew Wessels
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spun along the wall a row books eyed perched
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let me find your words faint
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some thing we hear elsewhere now offers
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last man standing paint blue above cold
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talk out of arms legs red shirts
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sound of water come closer sheer light
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outside the window activity spun from wires twists of fingers
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Andrew Wessels has lived in Houston, Cambridge, and Las Vegas. Currently, he splits his time between Istanbul and Los Angeles. He has held fellowships from Poets & Writers and the Black Mountain Institute. His poems, translations, and collaborations can recently be found in VOLT, Witness, Fence, and Colorado Review, among others. He is the managing editor of Les Figues Press and edits the poetry and poetics journal The Offending Adam.