Grey Book Press put out a chapbook of Megan Kaminski's at the end of 2010. Here is a page:
Come lay eyes on the last trace of dusk
sing ceratinty and flight paths
line purple coasts
some nights to sleep
bodies wrapped in gulf streams gauze
circle hair and cheek list ships against mountains
range limits should soft
Boundary between body and the cosmos dissolves, so the gulf stream is a personal genie. Landscape folds, like cuestas, have no distance from skin. The point of view is 20,000 feet up, within "flight paths." Flight is a miracle, and this poem shows how. More information at http://www.greybookpress.com/
