katie harper garrett.

Katie Harper Garrett (she/her) writes about howls in the night and what’s burning in the kitchen. She is a student of English with Creative Writing at University College Dublin and has found temporary home in Amsterdam.Her short story, "Red", won overall in UCD’s 2021 Writing Fiction competition judged by Niamh Campbell. She was a Prose Submissions Officer at Gluepot in 2022 and an intern at the Amsterdam-based Sentimental Journal in January 2023, where she now freelances.

portfolio.

poetry.

august, and we want to be youngtrasna
2023

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX some in from work,
dashing from taxi to bathroom with a quick-change skirt;
frames off the walls, tipped and nudged;
a parasol’d table with a cig carton; bodies in laps;
red acrylics to sink into scalp;
we sweat out the end of summer.


bang!tiny spoon mag
2022

"spare me of what's XXplain
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX tethered
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX written down
XXXXXXXXXXXXXX un-
XXXXXXXXXXXXXX danceable"


WindowCaveat Lector
2021

"Inside is
XXXXXXX a bedroom ceiling of stick-on constellations
XXXXXXX or a drying rack burdened by the heft of wool and denim
XXXXXXX or a splatter of TV lightning on the back wall."


ShillelaghThe New Word Order
2020

"Rectification: make them more than they’ve been.
Birth sweeter fruit from the tomato tree—
you are more than one, than name, than gravestone
and take the new-age tang. Spit the seeds."


prose.

memory's contact tracingThe Outpost Éire
2022

"You were here last for Absolut on Valentine’s Day. You felt normal when that wasn’t a surprise. Mid-spring dark and the rain was misty, playing its tricks. The news was the news. Just teleprompters, paper and ink."


Exclusively Peachysuperfroot
2022

"For a month, we spoke of our country like a balloon let fly from an infant’s hand. There it goes. All that money for nothing. What a fun five minutes! We switched channels when the European forecast erred toward the Atlantic. We ate brioche and complimented the wooden window shutters on main street. We pretended we were not who we were until we forgot."