Author name: Rattle

Poems

At the Spring

Before she could drink from the garden hose
a cardinal landed on her wrist
and plunged its beak into the clear bubbling.

Poems

Bubba Country

Nineteen and drivin my fly ass whip,
to Malvern to visit my grandparents.
Could taste freshly killed bird and home

fries cooked in a skillet cast in 1914.

Audio, Poems

The Wild Animal

‘The Wild Animal’ comes out of a project I worked on during the summer of 2008, in which I made myself write at least one ‘poem’ every day and I didn’t allow myself to look back or revise until I had reached 200.

Audio, Poems

Slow Walk

I take my father’s arm.
We are about to embark on a long journey
across the lawn.
From hydrangea curling around the back door
to a Norway maple at the final edge.

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