Author name: Rattle

Poems, Tributes

Dishes

“You can do what you want. Write a ghazal or do the dishes.”
I’m in Zoom, a poetry class, and I know, there really are dishes

in my sink accumulating guilt and luring the reckless red ants,
but I am thinking of Uvalde, of all the kitchens with one less dish

to wash tonight.

Poems

A Family Matter

Of course, when my mother asked /
that I give my wife a kiss for her, I did so, /
telling my wife, I am my mother, kissing you.

Audio, Poems

Eve’s Protest

Men insist I shouldn’t use my body to conquer
them when men have been using me
to look at loneliness less directly.

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.

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