Author name: Rattle

Awards, Poems

Dear Proofreader

You’re right. I meant “midst,” not “mist.”
I don’t know what I was stinking,
I mean thinking, soap speaks intimately
to my skin every day.

Poems

Roadside

I don’t want anything on the page to call attention to itself; I want the writing to be completely transparent and all of the revision I do is from difficulty toward clarity, and toward economy as well.

Poems

As Fire, My Father

My father as fire melts December snow
with each step he takes through a Pennsylvania field.
But there is no field there is no snow

Audio, Poems, Tributes

Money Ghazal

Easy new habits—gain weight, lose money.
Mamma said, Don’t wed for love. Choose money.

Life is suffering, Buddha taught. He’s right.
Which brings more comfort—a hug? Booze? Money?

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