Author name: Rattle

Poems, Young Poets

Thaathaa

My papa’s papa used to run after the wooden cart of prasadam
each dawn for food
Young feet bleeding over the rough road.

Audio, Poems, Prompt Poems, Tributes

Bestiary

All my life I’ve wanted to knit an aardvark
not this endless succession of zebras—
black and white wool seems sterile
and the stripes never come out lifelike.

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