Author name: Rattle

Poems, Poets Respond

[dry thunder]

I’m spending the week at a cabin on the Klamath River in Northern California, where a summer storm surprised us on Monday. It’s beautiful here, but dry thunder—and dry lightning—are very ominous in this rugged, mountainous region prone to wildfires. The weather seemed to echo my sense of dread from the political news.

Poems

My Son Says Thank You When I Say I Love You

It happened one time, then again;
I am certain whatever it indicates—

embarrassment, or maybe
he’s unearthed quietly
the fact that I am difficult

to love, and responds
in the only reasonable way he can—

the new exchange cemented itself
into our routines around the time
of the divorce.

Audio, Poems, Tributes

Metropolis with Ghazal

Come walk with me through the bones of this bustling city.
Time hedges its bets in the spit-spatter of this hustling city.

On the streets, fragrance is rampant. Catharsis of us, strained
through the finely-woven forgetfulness of this muslin city.

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