Canadian Poets

A Hundred and Fifity Kinds of Grasses

Rattle / January 3, 2012

The town ends at Pearl’s place, a rough plank four room shack. Half an hour to school walking if you […]

Rattle / December 28, 2011

AFGHANISTAN CONFESSION 49 the chaplain pulls all the lousy shifts safe beside the dead the brass choir in his head

Rattle / December 27, 2011

They’ll starve anyway;or will you give them your share?Drowning’s best.Find a burlap sack. Potato will do. If it’s not big

Rattle / December 21, 2011

Let me tell you a lie I tell myself. Suppose two men sit by one another in a bar, empties

Rattle / December 19, 2011

for Ken Death whips with perfect indifference, flaysfeeling to the bone. My brother’s gone. Day

Rattle / December 17, 2011

My parents bought me a left hand glove, because I am left handed. They did their best. They had to