To A Husband, Saved By Death At 48
You will not see me, nowolder than you are.You will not watch my toenailsharden into turtle shells.You will not complain […]
You will not see me, nowolder than you are.You will not watch my toenailsharden into turtle shells.You will not complain […]
People really have dogs so they can talk to themselves without feeling crazy. Take me, for example, cooking scrambled eggs,
Each time the carpenter with a sharp rap sets a nail / then whangs it head and shaft into the tan flesh of the wood / and slips the hammer back into the leather belt, / I think of Achilles casting his spear …
The radiator clanked and banged all night, clattering coins and glass boots. The bedroom was still cold. Sometime after
At 86 Dad wants a new silver Mercury with heated seats. Mom wants whatever Dad wants. We’re on the phone,
Rattle is proud to announce the winner of the 2011 Rattle Poetry Prize: Hayden Saunier Doylestown, PA for “The One