POETRY

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

You’ve spent a lifetime training
for this.

Electric Eels, Finishing School, Teeth

Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.

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.

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

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.

Welcome To The House of Static

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

robertson quay

how does an afternoon turn
on its axis?

[Zoetrope with Particulates in it and a Newborn]

and then her eyes fully opened — blazed through with strands of mud

Fallout Shelter

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

Time Travel

I count my homes—
those of my scattered youth
the sanctuary of our young family
the intermittent rest stops
of apartments and vacations.

Clotheslines

Ma wrings
a wet world
of colors

REVENGE SCENE

Okay, picture this: We’re in an elevator. The elevator shuts down. It doesn’t matter where we’re going, only that we’re alone.

A Way of Seeing

Just starlight and some small scribbling across vinyl.

There is an alternative universe

Ghosts for hire, whispers in her mouth,
cysts to feel, the symmetry of a gift.

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.

Landscape with Ash

You are strange, my mother said, dwelling on the past.

Vase

The storm passes without snow.
The car waits loyally in the back lot.

Making Israeli Salad

Now that the Israeli has left, it falls
on me to make the salad.

An Endeavor of Being Now

We stop doing dishes while
a mile unwinds
from the tree outside.