POETRY

“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
—Rita Dove
Clotheslines

Ma wrings
a wet world
of colors

Observer of the Patient

Her brown eyes,
how a fig
considers itself.

Back Suplex

Gravel-scatted hell &
we were blessed to be able
to hold on for even a heartbeat

Finding My Fix

I slumped in front of a massive desk, a passive patient corroded with failure and dread.

close up of sun
Mercury in Retrograde

You said it was okay to blame
what goes wrong on the planet

“Artifact,” as Translated from Gluberhöff’s Lexicon

Any still figure at mid-late evening, when the long shadows make even crumbs appear arranged like furniture.

Going Broke

Winter sat like a wolf
on the horizon.

Snow Falls from Branches

Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night;
should have boiled old coffee before noon.

My Multiverses

It is the 70s. 1970s? 2570s? Who knows?
Audre and I have a penthouse in New York.

Like dirt

this is what I want you to to see:
leaves falling because it is too late for them not to

Dear Deer in the Compost Pile

I tap at the alphabet while a single deer
taps at the dirt beyond the brush
on the far side of the tree line.

oh Manifesto

The collective
failure
of ethical standards

Pit Stop in Kansas

we drove on through
the blue seal of morning as the turbines
turned and winked out their hearts

An Interview with Dylan Krieger

Dylan Krieger’s poetry is unflinching, grotesque, and beautiful. Her work tackles trauma, wrestles authority, and is a decadent sonic feast.

Aging Punks

Every so often, they add a tattoo
in honor of some long-forgotten love.

Ode To the Dove Pt. VI (Avrom Sutzkever)

Yes I am guilty, I’m guilty. A sin was desirable then.
Bring the dancer back to the stalks.

An Interview with Brian S. Ellis

The poetry of Brian S. Ellis unravels, inverts, investigates, and complicates. His poems are radical koans and invitations to forego common narratives.

I could, even now, go down to the water

Even from this distance I could go out
the door it would bang shut and crumble