POETRY

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

I don’t
know why
I’m in the garden
kneeling on dirt

Willpower

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

Finding My Fix

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

necromancer woman, witch woman

In my universe, my arm carries a heart and flowers,
my back a misguided quote

Snow Falls from Branches

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

Unerased | Steep Steps

My grandmother asked, “Does it feel like being widowed?”

I Garden at the Edge of Autumn

There is so little left of the tomato plants.

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.

things they won’t tell you but should:

love is a soggy tea stain on a grocery receipt

Vase

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

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.

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.

robertson quay

how does an afternoon turn
on its axis?

A Beautiful Thing

I want to roll in this moment until I become its vocabulary
until I smell like the bones
until I am its echo…

An Endeavor of Being Now

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

Aging Punks

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

Lavandula

Listen to me: I know
the winter gloom in
mid-summer…