“[Hanson’s] poems connect with readers and easily delight with their sometimes-startling imagery.” — The Porch Press

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Eating his dead wife

It doesn’t even seem weird anymore,

eating his dead wife’s ashes

in his cereal every morning.

He enjoys being with her every day,

her inside him for a change.

If the cereal is sweetened,

he thinks of her eyes.

Bran reminds him of her navel

and how like a bowl it is.

He doesn’t know what will happen

when he runs out of her again.

Reprinted from Ambushing Water (Brick Road Poetry Press). First printed in Hiram Poetry Review.

The Invention of the Feather Bed

As the hands of the farm wife closed

on the soft warm neck of the hen,

she dreamed of sleep

and the bird answered.

Reprinted from The Night Is What It Eats (forthcoming, Elixir Press).

I. The angels turn to blood. The river stinks. You cannot drink it.

II. The country teams with angels. They come into your house and onto your bed. They crawl into your ovens.

III. The angels infest your heads. They itch.

IV. It is unclear whether the angels are wild animals or flies. It is clear the angels bite.

V. The angels are a virus in your livestock’s blood.

VI. Angels erupt under your skin.

VII. Angels flash in sky. Their falling tramples crops.

VIII. The hungry angels eat what is left in the fields.

IX. The angels grow so fat they block the sun for three days.

X. Your first born have become the angels.

Reprinted from Fraying Edge of Sky (Codhill Press).