poetry
abandoned poems
The poetry of Brian S. Ellis unravels, inverts, investigates, and complicates. His poems are radical koans and invitations to forego common narratives.
it’s touch-and-go with me and weddings
Dylan Krieger’s poetry is unflinching, grotesque, and beautiful. Her work tackles trauma, wrestles authority, and is a decadent sonic feast.
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…
I want to roll in this moment until I become its vocabulary
until I smell like the bones
until I am its echo…
Do not say anything anybody else has said ever. Things are not “bleached by sun.”
Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night;
should have boiled old coffee before noon.
I tap at the alphabet while a single deer
taps at the dirt beyond the brush
on the far side of the tree line.
Even as the sun warms the concrete
the long nights’ sensual cold lingers in my clothes.
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.
and apples, mackintosh mostly, but any kind left in The Pub
at the Assisted Living Place