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A black-and-white selfie of Haines Eason. Setting is indoors, in a kitchen. Haines has a half smile on his face.


Poetry which has been described as geological, 


which is elegiac, symbolic and which seeks to effect a communing with nature. Having served as an editor of several journals, the poetry is wide in its samplings and influences. 

Author of A History of Waves

a chapbook of linked sonnets published by the Poetry Society of Amercia in 2009. A full-length manuscript is complete and is out for consideration. 


awarded in 2010 by Cream City Review for five poems. Prize judged by poet Kathy Fagan. 


publication by Verse Daily, a PBS Newshour video feature and more. 

"There is no ... note of Platonist resignation anywhere in Eason's work; this is rough and tumble, continually transforming questing, both bitter and tender, shot through with hope."

Mark Doty, introduction to A History of Waves

An image of Haines' book, A History of Waves. The cover features crisscrossed, watercolor lines of blue, purple, and red.

"Reading Haines Eason's poems, I felt instantly I was in the presence of wildness and craft."

Kathy Fagan, Cream City Review

An image of the Cream City Review cover. The cover is black and features images of eggshells each with something inside -- leaves, feathers, sand, etc.

Eye of the Horse


                                    To the fence

            Comes a mass—muscle.


                    Evening falling red

                    Unto purple fields,

                    Of black trees, from blue roads.


            Symbol of your own death,

            Walk together in your parts :


                        Veil of flies over

                           Bloodless withers—

                  Slave of kings and broken men.


                 For some other’s sake,

                  To make a new self of


            The self. In orange burning out,

                           A contrail, a comet.

                     In the blue become black,


                  A train glides on wheat.


            How am I you, and you, me?

            In the paddock of the moon,


                 In his glowing house,


                        Your owner loads his rifle.


            I gave you oats from my pocket,

            You gave me a door in the field.


VIDEO // Poem
Paper Kisses, Paper Moon


Aired: 04/04/11, PBS NewsHour

Six from 
A History of Waves

"How Shall they Hear the Word of God?" "In the Brush Arbor, Pinning Leaves" and "Word for Word" - Haines Eason
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“This Town Will Throw Itself at Anyone,” “Crickets in an Airtight Jar,” and “Musee Mecanique” - Haines Eason
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Aired: 05-06/2010, Indiana Public Media

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