POETRY
“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
We found in his suitcase T-shirts, his siddur, gifts he bought for his grandchildren…
Even as the sun warms the concrete
the long nights’ sensual cold lingers in my clothes.
Dylan Krieger’s poetry is unflinching, grotesque, and beautiful. Her work tackles trauma, wrestles authority, and is a decadent sonic feast.
The poetry of Brian S. Ellis unravels, inverts, investigates, and complicates. His poems are radical koans and invitations to forego common narratives.
I would always rather be happy than
dignified. Rather held than held
in awe.
In my universe, my arm carries a heart and flowers,
my back a misguided quote
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.
You let the yellow glow
from eye sockets. The building up the street
is burning faster and faster.
you know that
baby swallows make silver ripples
in wild rivers to court reeds?
I want to roll in this moment until I become its vocabulary
until I smell like the bones
until I am its echo…
The two of us toast to a man we both love, to whatever degree, clink our glasses and laugh…
Any still figure at mid-late evening, when the long shadows make even crumbs appear arranged like furniture.
