Author name: Rattle

Audio, Poems, Tributes

In the House of God

Doubt—dirt—blood—there is no bliss in the house of God.
How do you keep your shit together? You piss in the house of God.

He walks and does not walk. To hear him, not ears but fear.
To see? Wear fire. Bullet and ballad kiss in the house of God.

Audio, Poems

At the Dog Track

Wednesday and Saturday evenings
were like winter all year round,
the chill air chased cigarette smoke
and stale beer smell across the concrete stands …

Poems, Young Poets

Loose Brick

On the last Saturday of August,
an ambulance sirened past Valley Forge.
Your red Toyota was our caboose.
The cyclists who found me, squashed,

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