Blood Stripes
Words By Aaron Graham, Art By Brian Demers
If there’s something in the milk, thenthe milk ain’t clean and you arestanding in ruins.My boot on grass won’t grow roots—boot in sanderodes foot-fleshso when spirit hits boot—it’s already home.Home is an intersectionof joy and painso boots gotta run—like Whitehouse paint.When I stand in ruins—praise Godthat I cannot tell the differencebetween the weeping and the…
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Aaron Graham
Aaron Graham is the poetry editor for Muse/A Journal, assistant poetry editor for The Tishman Review, and co-editor of the Squaw Valley Review. An alumnus of Squaw Valley Poets, he is the current “Cecilia Baker Memorial Scholar” with Seaside Writers. Aaron is a veteran of the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, where he served in The Marine Corps as a Human Intelligence operative and linguist under the auspices of Counterintelligence and Anti-Terrorism Force Protection. His chapbook, Skyping from a Combat Zone, was a finalist for Tupelo Press’s Sunken Garden Prize, and his full-length collection, Blood Stripes, was a finalist for The Berkshire Poetry Prize. Aaron is finishing his PhD at Emory University and teaches at Kennesaw State University.
Brian Demers
Brian is a graduate of the Art Institute with a BA in Game Art and Design. Currently, he is a project manager for Electronic Arts. He prefers to work in ink.
