POETRY
“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
it’s touch-and-go with me and weddings
I tap at the alphabet while a single deer
taps at the dirt beyond the brush
on the far side of the tree line.
and apples, mackintosh mostly, but any kind left in The Pub
at the Assisted Living Place
Part of being a good sad person
is always painting the shadows
in the right direction and knowing
what sorrow to art with.
Even as the sun warms the concrete
the long nights’ sensual cold lingers in my clothes.
Mostly he ate what was put on his plate
snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack
Once a zipper Unzipped
Okay, picture this: We’re in an elevator. The elevator shuts down. It doesn’t matter where we’re going, only that we’re alone.
The two of us toast to a man we both love, to whatever degree, clink our glasses and laugh…
The poetry of Brian S. Ellis unravels, inverts, investigates, and complicates. His poems are radical koans and invitations to forego common narratives.
Dylan Krieger’s poetry is unflinching, grotesque, and beautiful. Her work tackles trauma, wrestles authority, and is a decadent sonic feast.
here is the sky in stop motion, flickering,
a still shot in monochrome
Do not say anything anybody else has said ever. Things are not “bleached by sun.”
I imagine that undressing a color, though, would be so much like peeling a memory away from the grey and the white matter of your brain.