Civil Servants

Lada’s Lessons

Rattle / May 8, 2017

She kisses him softly, and then aggressively so. The more they come together the more he has to ask: Is […]

Rattle / May 5, 2017

In 3 days I’ll be 64 years old and I still haven’t figured out how to write a slam poem.

Rattle / May 3, 2017

I’ve missed so many dawns and early mornings. There is such beauty and potential to admire in them, but we

Rattle / May 1, 2017

I A vial, a syringe, a long thin flow of hope is rising. Desperate to know fatigue and chemofog

Rattle / April 28, 2017

On my old physics teacher’s homemade poster at a political rally for another crooked businessman, is an angel-winged fetus &

Rattle / April 26, 2017

O Lord of the inverted verb,
You Who alone vouchsafe and deign,
Whom simpler diction might perturb,
To Whom we may not make things plain