Nathan Hamilton, runner of Egg Box Publishing and member of S/S/Y/K is reading on Thursday, I literally can't wait. Here is a poem of his:
Take Off
A clear night and the city
drops - implode of circuit.
Across a widened breach:
still more contracting lights.
The cabin's engine-rush
floods up inside. Grade by grade
the windows each disclose
a face, up against the ice.