POETRY

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

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.

On the Night Row-Houses Across the Street Catch Fire

You let the yellow glow
from eye sockets. The building up the street
is burning faster and faster.

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

Fallout Shelter

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

Vase

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

love poem with dead leaves & color

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

Good Driver

Lights on the dashboard spell out
“You still can’t kiss me”

close up of sun
Mercury in Retrograde

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

Finding My Fix

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

The River

I myself should never have been born

Soft Porn and Cuban Pine

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

The love of my life moved from portland to new england

He has stories that I am not in
anymore. It’s healed this way.

Condolences

my friends’ fathers are
dropping
I mean dying
like flies

Clueless & Briefly Gorgeous

I buy too much, for someone of my stature.
could pawn a skinny metaphor to purchase a plump skin.
its reputed in our lineage— to daydream a life that shreds our pockets.

Mom, in Her Dementia, Steals Oranges

and apples, mackintosh mostly, but any kind left in The Pub
at the Assisted Living Place

necromancer woman, witch woman

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