4 poems from Mike Hammerle

Punk Noir Magazine

Salt Bonnet

Peace

like a steady

paycheck.

When you are without

it,

every dream you had

harbingered

echoes

like the salt bonnet

fell off

in the soup.

I Compare Alexander in These Words and I do Not Apologize for Finding My Self

I

Bucephalus

died in Pakistan, no longer running

from his own

shadow.

II

I was taught to keep

the sun

in front of me.

No Phillip led me

to the words.

I was driven

by a ghost never seen;

and a ghost I haven’t seen

for seventeen years.

No Olympia held me.

No title compelled me.

Any fears my brother and I had

never showed.

You Have Found Me

Yes.

And it is 2,500 years after

Roxanne

and little Alex

were killed.

Untitled

Like a long-lost father found murdered

   questions were born that would never resolve.

Michael Hammerle holds an MFA from the University of Arkansas, Monticello, and a BA in English from the University of Florida. He is the founder of Middle House Review. His work has been published in The Best Small Fictions, Split Lip Magazine, New World Writing, Louisiana Literature, Hobart After Dark, Maudlin House, and elsewhere. His writing has been a finalist for awards from American Short Fiction, Hayden’s Ferry Review, and Prime Number Magazine. He lives and writes in Gainesville, Florida. www.middlehousereviews.com/michael-hammerle