Author name: Rattle

Poems

Sleep Over

It’s the first time he doesn’t want us around. They disappear upstairs with sleeping bags, pillows, a miniature suitcase, like […]

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Trip

Gears grit their teeth against speed, but foot flat to the floorboard, I take every curve the road throws on

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To Levitate …

My mother swears she saw my baby brother rise from his cot one stormy night when we were living upstate.

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