Cloverleaf

The heart is a chamber of ghosts, some who linger sweet and willing, some who are trapped and rattle sorrowful chains. In ‘Cloverleaf, ’ Geer Austin illuminates these specters of passion, their transparent skin illuminated by scent, smile, dream, and emotion. These are poems of beginnings and ends, almosts and not enoughs. These are poems of butterflies and ravens, a celebration of the joys and grievances of the golden thread that binds us together: love. – BRYAN BORLAND, author of LESS FORTUNATE PIRATES: POEMS FROM THE FIRST YEAR WITHOUT MY FATHER Austin’s poems manage the often impossible feat of being simultaneously ironic and soulful, wry and heartfelt, clever and impassioned. With simple playful beauty, Austin stealthily unpacks the various ways gay men fall in love, forsake desire, grapple with passion, and sometimes - albeit fleetingly! - achieve grace. – WILLIAM JOHNSON, Managing Editor, LAMBDA LITERARY REVIEW