POETRY

“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
—Rita Dove
I Garden at the Edge of Autumn

There is so little left of the tomato plants.

Fallout Shelter

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

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.

Letter To a Young Poet

Do not say anything anybody else has said ever. Things are not “bleached by sun.”

Condolences

my friends’ fathers are
dropping
I mean dying
like flies

Sadness is a Sin

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

Willpower

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

melting ice cap
blue is the color of surrender

you know that
baby swallows make silver ripples
in wild rivers to court reeds?

Getting Postcards From a Piano Showroom

The two of us toast to a man we both love, to whatever degree, clink our glasses and laugh…

Poem in Collaboration with a Broken iPhone

I’msorry I‘ll see what happens iLife

heavy rain
The Plot

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

Lobster

I suffer visions and many indignities
while looking for the Lobster

First

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

Tea

my father holds
his favorite drink

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

Like dirt

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

close up of sun
Mercury in Retrograde

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

Drowning in sky

I have observed, the theorist
I am

Existential

four-thirty a.m.