POETRY

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

my father holds
his favorite drink

3:17 AM as Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks

Part of being a good sad person
is always painting the shadows
in the right direction and knowing
what sorrow to art with.

The River

I myself should never have been born

Sadness is a Sin

If my life was the size of my arm, I would stretch it out for you.

if detritus is all i’m made up of

my love is a glass shard, a knife made of madness and moonlight,
and there are already way too many fragments in this house

Dis Place Ment

People have always coped with flooding, and they learned to cope with death.

The Body is a Sin

The sin is existing.

woman at bar
After She Told Me You Pushed Her Down the Stairs

Empty vessels
make the most sound, I think,
as you rip the fairy lights off the handrail.

beach
On Undressing a Color / On Undressing a Girl

I imagine that undressing a color, though, would be so much like peeling a memory away from the grey and the white matter of your brain.

Finding My Fix

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

Drowning in sky

I have observed, the theorist
I am

Welcome To The House of Static

here is the sky in stop motion, flickering,
a still shot in monochrome

Willpower

Live the rest of your life
from one worst case to another.

love poem with dead leaves & color

I would always rather be happy than
dignified. Rather held than held
in awe.

i do not want to wait until it’s too late

the strands of your hair on the bathroom tiles aren’t sketching defeat. that’s you spitting disease in the face with another day you’ve woken up to.

Soft Porn and Cuban Pine

It recommended
soft porn, as gentle prodding and petting parent
to parent might calm and soothe the kid.

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 Dylan Krieger

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

You can’t make them love you, no matter how artfully you betray yourself

Try not to see your own predicament in every fucking thing.

Fallout Shelter

I imagined a cascade of slow death for all / that mattered…