Author name: Rattle

Poems

I Dreamed of Hendrix

The white ones unwarranted,
hardly a one cared much for
a colored lad with long locks,
greedy for the guitar and
assorted girls, especially
during that goddamn War.

Audio, Poems, Tributes

Ghazal at the End

It’s a hint toward conclusion: All will be okay today.
The newsman assured “at the end of the day.”

Eastern, Greenwich Mean, Lord Howe, AoE
“Anywhere on Earth”—all depends on the day.

Poems, Poets Respond

There Was No Fire

this time or the next, no rules to ignore,
no chamber to load with one round and send
spinning, no knife pointing forward, no sirens
to duck, no people to swing at the head,

Audio, Poems

We Are Moved

I spend a lot of time in that part of the internet
where small beings are given the immoderate care
that all small beings deserve
where a fallen fledgling bird is hand-fed from a pipette and
a garter snake tangled in a bit of tape

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