Though I could call up many,
there are no yesterdays.
Strangers veins to arteries are,
but I feel a grid of blood in me.
is the author of five previous books of poems, including To Anacreon in Heaven and Other Poems
(Flood Editions 2013), a finalist for the Believer Poetry Award. With Samuel Frederick, he has also translated three books by the late German poet Ernst Meister, including Wallless Space
(Wave Books, 2014). He works at the University of Denver.
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