Love Poem

I read your
lineations and find my heart’s hung

from a maple, buckshot
and gutshot and askance.

Here are my fingernails, kindred.
Here, my horror.

Here only the dead cilia of stars.
Here, friend, for your pocket-

calendar I bequeath my dervish travel,
my DNA, my descendant brain

in its most certain, steepest decline.
















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