Dore Kiesselbach

November 2, 2013 Kiesselbach Dore



One minute he’s looking at you, full-size, in anguish,

and the next he’s a stricken Harryhausen figurine.

Someone with cooler blood would be wishing

for a compendium of diseases but you’re

pressed too personally into the event

to separate symptoms from suffering.

If it can be thought to do so, horror

flows like gas from an unlit oven,

well past the point where it makes

any sense at all to strike a match.

When he says there’s this awful

pounding in my head no one has

the heart to tell him it’s not in your head.





Dore Kiesselbach’s first collection, Salt Pier (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2012), won the Agnes Lynch Starrett Prize.  He currently holds an Artist Initiative Grant from the Minnesota State Arts Board. Other honors include a U.S. Department of Education Jacob Javits Fellowship in creative writing, the Poetry Society of America’s Robert H. Winner Memorial Award and Britain’s Bridport Prize.  His writing has appeared in many magazines and anthologies, including Agni, Antioch Review, Field, Poetry and Stand (UK).  He lives and performs freelance editing for hire in Minneapolis.