Author name: Rattle

Poems

Shovels

In a Polish forest as a boy

In a Cleveland driveway as an old man

He shoveled, he shoveled

The secret was to spin and fall

A heartbeat in advance of the gunshots

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.

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