POETRY
“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
Any still figure at mid-late evening, when the long shadows make even crumbs appear arranged like furniture.
Dylan Krieger’s poetry is unflinching, grotesque, and beautiful. Her work tackles trauma, wrestles authority, and is a decadent sonic feast.
The two of us toast to a man we both love, to whatever degree, clink our glasses and laugh…
It recommended
soft porn, as gentle prodding and petting parent
to parent might calm and soothe the kid.
you know that
baby swallows make silver ripples
in wild rivers to court reeds?
Even from this distance I could go out
the door it would bang shut and crumble
Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.
I slumped in front of a massive desk, a passive patient corroded with failure and dread.
my love is a glass shard, a knife made of madness and moonlight,
and there are already way too many fragments in this house
In my universe, my arm carries a heart and flowers,
my back a misguided quote
we drove on through
the blue seal of morning as the turbines
turned and winked out their hearts
Part of being a good sad person
is always painting the shadows
in the right direction and knowing
what sorrow to art with.
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.
He has stories that I am not in
anymore. It’s healed this way.
