Author name: Rattle

Poems

Broke

An unusual joy churns inside, unspoken. Within a tornado, pressure is low. Calmly I notice light striking our old oak

Poems

The Late Mr. Crowbait

On a frigid Saturday morning in late January, He stepped outside his first yawn, Into a cerulean translucency Enshrouding a

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