Author name: Rattle

Poems

Folding

He stares blankly at Rosalie’s longhand legacy to her daughter, Crisco thumbprints smearing some of the India ink. His wife’s […]

Poems

Turning

Holding up my hands, I’m not sure of right and left. From my house, a right leads me right to

Poems

In Memory of His Memory

It was good for the alphabet, for the facts of arithmetic,
and the capitals of states. They froze into place somewhere
behind a piece of his mind.

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