POETRY

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

the man is stayed bent over the canvas
of my sofa. the man is me the man is him
self and I bring down the whip…

A Way of Seeing

Just starlight and some small scribbling across vinyl.

melting ice cap
blue is the color of surrender

you know that
baby swallows make silver ripples
in wild rivers to court reeds?

Fallout Shelter

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

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.

Snow Falls from Branches

Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night;
should have boiled old coffee before noon.

necromancer woman, witch woman

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

heavy rain
The Plot

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

Lavandula

Listen to me: I know
the winter gloom in
mid-summer…

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.

beach
On Undressing a Color / On Undressing a Girl

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.

Like dirt

this is what I want you to to see:
leaves falling because it is too late for them not to

Good Driver

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

First

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

Drowning in sky

I have observed, the theorist
I am

Getting Postcards From a Piano Showroom

The two of us toast to a man we both love, to whatever degree, clink our glasses and laugh…

Despairathon

You’ve spent a lifetime training
for this.

Letter To a Young Poet

Do not say anything anybody else has said ever. Things are not “bleached by sun.”