Derick Burleson is the author of two previous collections of poems: Never Night (Marick Press, 2007), and Ejo: Poems, Rwanda 1991-94 (University of Wisconsin Press, 2000). His poems have appeared in The Georgia Review, The Kenyon Review, The Paris Review, The Southern Review and Poetry, among other journals. He directs the MFA program in Creative Writing Program at the University of Alaska Fairbanks and lives in Two Rivers.

Other poems by Derick Burleson in Verse Daily:
August 12, 2008:   "Late Valentines" "My darling I have imagined you dead..."

Books by Derick Burleson:

Other poems on the web by Derick Burleson:
Three poems
"Never Night"
Four poems

Derick Burleson According to Wikipedia.

About Melt:

"The sense-drenched offerings in "Melt" once again cement Derick Burleson's role as unflinching witness, a master spinner of huge tales in tiny spaces. The insistent lyrical current that pulses through these deftly-forged stanzas create a music that will immediately enthrall and captivate the reader. Burleson is a startlingly good poet who burns down borders with every word."
—Patricia Smith

"Derick Burleson is a poet with a vision, writing “Beneath a lens of permafrost ice” of that awful thawing, the narrative of apocalypse. This ambitious and powerful book-long poem is both an elegy for the glaciers that are disappearing before our very eyes, and a love song for otters, halibut, pickup trucks, muskrats, fuchsia, fireweed, gulls. And inside this tragic and highly sensual vision is the story of two lovers and a child. I find Burleson’s gift for erotic detail and passionate love poem to be enchanting, memorable, and very real. This is a book to live with."
—Ilya Kaminsky

"Writing from near the Arctic Circle. the marvelous Derick Burleson has wrought an erotic masterpiece. Melt is a metaphor for that which lives on in us against impending loss— sexual and precise, full of the images of the ever thawing earth. He enacts through lyric language a new way of seeing for our survival, immersed in the joy and joining of our human bodies, because “after all the phosphorescent/beings beneath your separate/skins mountains and glaciers/too beautiful to live beneath. You could die of beauty here."
—Sean Thomas Dougherty