Allan Peterson has a new poem featured on Plume.
Here is a small excerpt:
END IN ITSELF
All veins point to a heart in depleted rivers, in branches,
the way I was shown at seven by Ruby’s sister to draw a tree
by running many lines back to an axis. Where they overlapped
a trunk grew from the annular darkness. A single trick usable
nowhere till now, an end in itself as the phrase grave disease
carries a prophecy and works as well with a pencil as a bird feather.
His his fifth full-length collection of poetry, Precarious, comes out September 1, 2014. You can pre-order it here.