Author name: Rattle

Poems, Tributes

A Shipwrecked Person

When I woke from my afternoon nap, I wanted
to hold onto my dream, but in a matter of seconds
it had drifted away like a fine mist. Nothing
remained; oh, perhaps a green corner of cloth
pinched between my fingers, signifying what?

Audio, Poems

Putting Together Ikea Furniture

Think of the wars that had to be fought,
the bloodbaths,
the overthrowing of kings and kingdoms.

The loggers who cut the wood
in the forests of Romania,
and Lithuania and Latvia,
and in Lowndes, Alabama.

Audio, Poems

Mark

Not everything hard will break you, but it will
probably leave a mark,

like the scratch on the front bumper
from a ladder propped against the garage wall,

the one you didn’t even know you’d touched
until it started moving.

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