Biography of Andrea Stuckey
An undergraduate student studying Psychology and English Literature, she is still trying to find her area of poetry. Stuckey is very liberalistic and is very open about her stand on the rapid growth of globalization. She has been greatly influenced by Sylvia Plath, Robert Lowell, Allen Ginsberg, Gary Snyder, Michael Ondaatje, Virginia Woolf, Adrienne Rich, and many others, but like to individualize herself and her own style.
Andrea Stuckey Poems
The Water Pipe
A simple task, it should seem, and followed every day, she stumbles over cobble to pump what she can carry. The faucet, more beautiful than anything she owns still gives her simple, ancient water and has never failed to dry.
I stand lightly, eyes glancing upward As the elevator comes crashing down From a hundred stories above. All ready I can feel its weight, the
Like a dirty ice sculpture, I see a Frozen homeless man, dead and stiff In central park curled in a ball tighter Than I could ever manage.
A Beautiful, Dying Rose
The roses wilt as their lives draw to an end. They wrinkle and shrink away as the death of winter passes over them.
The empty seats are always next to me, a vacancy on either side which no one cares to fill. Not knowing what to do or where to go
Unwanted, yet completely willing she is untouchable. A curse laid upon her by middle school, she became untouchable.
The Flowers Have Died
Where are all the butterflies? Where have the flowers gone? ”They’re dead! They’re dead! ” I shout aloud, And laugh in sore reply.
The Dolls Braided Her Hair
She wove ribbons in her hair, the gold strands mixing with the red. It help her naivety, her innocence until she met Kindergarten
Praying For A Red Light
My heart stands flutt'ring in the wind and not a soul to reach to take my shriveled, bleeding heart yet, ho! I sit and preach
Here. It was in this spot that millions fled in a blizzard of steel and fire. Men fell to their knees
Another day fades away as night pulls its shades and draws itself around the sun. remembering what it was to
Here. It was in this spot
that millions fled in a blizzard
of steel and fire.
Men fell to their knees
to pray as others were consumed
by the trauma floating around them.
The windows shattered and fell
around them, raining glass.
The walls and all the beams collapsed
in a shower of death...