Author name: Rattle

Poems

How It Happened

I thought I’d be at his side when he died.
Didn’t think I’d find his body,

relied on the clinician
who said his cancer will take time

to spread. But death struck my husband
with a lizard-quick tongue.

Audio, Poems

My Mother Says

My mother says I sing like a bird
on a winter’s day,
my mother, whose grace catches,
light on water,
on her changing face.

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