POETRY

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

Gravel-scatted hell &
we were blessed to be able
to hold on for even a heartbeat

Sprung (April)

I like to think I’m also sprung,
released from the furnace knocks,
done with the heavy meat stews
and salty soups.

Mom, in Her Dementia, Steals Oranges

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

appetites

you quit wearing pants
loaf around your yard
in hole-nipped panties

The River

I myself should never have been born

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.

[Zoetrope with Particulates in it and a Newborn]

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

All In

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

Tea

my father holds
his favorite drink

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.

The Kotel in Jerusalem is Filled with Cracks

We found in his suitcase T-shirts, his siddur, gifts he bought for his grandchildren…

My Multiverses

It is the 70s. 1970s? 2570s? Who knows?
Audre and I have a penthouse in New York.

Black Ghosts of Ponderosa on a Silhouette of Hill

Even as the sun warms the concrete
the long nights’ sensual cold lingers in my clothes.

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.

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.

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

Welcome To The House of Static

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

Electric Eels, Finishing School, Teeth

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