Germany was born in Marshalltown, Iowa, in 1906. Unhappy with corn and disillusioned by a language it didn’t understand, Germany built a raft out of Pella windows and sailed down the Mississippi, through the Gulf of Mexico, and across the Atlantic Ocean. Germany watched carp, bass, and marlins swim beneath the raft until it ran aground just to the east of France. The climate was temperate with foehn winds. The ground was littered with bones. Cousins, Germany said, I will avenge you. Because no one is as committed as a convert. Because of that old joke about how Germans make the best Americans and the worst Germans.




















S p r i n g G u n P r e s s 2009




Alexis Orgera
Dear Polymath
Underwater Breathing Apparatus
Love Poem

Michael Flatt
The World of Darkness

Jordan Windholz
The Psalmist's Journal

Aaron Angello
The Rufus Poems

Stephen Graham Jones
The Wages: An Argument
In the Beginning

John Paul Stadler

Adam Petersen
Theodore Roosevelt
Jesse Owens

Andrew Farkas
On the Road to the Great City

Todd Seabrook
Lollipop Noose