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 has published two collections in the Pitt Poetry Series, Albatross (2017) and Salt Pier (2012).  His honors include the Agnes Lynch Starrett Prize, the Poetry Society of America’s Robert H. Winner Memorial Award and Britain’s Bridport Prize in poetry.  His work has appeared in AgniFieldPoetry, Poetry Review and other good sources of craft or sullen art.  He lives in Minneapolis.