katie harper garrett.

Katie Harper Garrett (she/her) is a queer Irish retail worker who writes about howls in the night and what’s burning in the kitchen. Her poem "august, and we want to be young" was nominated for Best of the Net by Trasna in 2023. She resides in Amsterdam.

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.

The Girl Plays Lizzy McAlpineQueerlings Magazine
2023

"You fought, once, about answering the phone. Her parents are lonely and pensioned and five hours ahead. She’ll leave the bed on shepherd's warning mornings to tell them she’s good and gets paid monthly. To say yeah, sorry, yeah. To breathe into a towel until it’s damp and climb back into bed and tuck her knees behind yours, cold bones clicking."


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."