Author name: Rattle

Poems

Vigilance

Trees, shrubs, grass—everything glistened in late February frost as first rays of sunlight filtered through the woods. I stood at […]

Poems

Bruises

When my dog stopped short to inspect a dead owl’s carcass, I fell right, avoiding her, and to break my

Poems

Watching the Bat

It is the last bat hanging from the rafters that scares me. Why hasn’t he disappeared like the others in

Poems

On the Past

It wasn’t a bad day as days go. I awoke in the morning. I was still around at the end.

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