Lindsay Lusby
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in Chestertown, Maryland, The United States
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Catechesis: A Postpastoral
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The Book of Scented Things: 100 Contemporary Poems about Perfume
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2014
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2 editions
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Fairy Tale Review, The Ochre Issue (Fairy Tale Review, #12)
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Bramble & Thorn
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2014
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Fairy Tale Review: The Emerald Issue (The Fairy Tale Review #10)
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2014
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Blackbird Whitetail Redhand
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Still Life with Poem: Contemporary Natures Mortes in Verse
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Sugar House Review #10: Five-Year Anniversary
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2014
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Lindsay’s Recent Updates
“This is where we meet
in the middle
of the night,
of nowhere & grow
so still my heart
cleaves your sternum—
a pale clutch of ghost pipe
beneath the slow patience of oaks.
— Lindsay Lusby, “We Do Our Best Work in the Dark,” The Shore (no. 10, Summer 2021)”
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in the middle
of the night,
of nowhere & grow
so still my heart
cleaves your sternum—
a pale clutch of ghost pipe
beneath the slow patience of oaks.
— Lindsay Lusby, “We Do Our Best Work in the Dark,” The Shore (no. 10, Summer 2021)”
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“Motto"
In the dark times
Will there also be singing?
Yes, there will also be singing.
About the dark times.”
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In the dark times
Will there also be singing?
Yes, there will also be singing.
About the dark times.”
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“As Sokrates tells it, your story begins the moment Eros enters you. That incursion is the biggest risk of your life. How you handle it is an index of the quality, wisdom, and decorum of the things inside you. As you handle it you come into contact with what is inside you, in a sudden and startling way. You perceive what you are, what you lack, what you could be.”
― Eros the Bittersweet
― Eros the Bittersweet
“Beauty makes me hopeless. I don't care why anymore I just want to get away. When I look at the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs around it. When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead-calm sea. Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.”
― Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
― Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
“In myth, women's boundaries are pliant, porous, mutable. Her power to control them is inadequate, her concern for them unreliable. Deformation attends her. She swells, she shrinks, she leaks, she is penetrated, she suffers metamorphoses. The women of mythology regularly lose their form in monstrosity.”
― Men in the Off Hours
― Men in the Off Hours





































