Ekphrasis

Call Me Boy on Saturdays

Rattle / February 18, 2021

We knocked doors and when a yes came for a carwash we asked if they’d fill our bucket, removing the […]

Rattle / January 28, 2021

I had tried to construct her memory, but the image is grey winter clouds before a snow storm breaks silence

Rattle / January 19, 2021

Back home, behind some books: a portrait frame, her painted face. None left to share a clue to family history,

Rattle / December 29, 2020

I hurried myself into this new life like it was a bullet train that could leave without me. Violent. The

Rattle / December 24, 2020

The sky sank, again. It turned the water heavy, slow going for a narrow leg, nothing but bone. Wings

Rattle / November 26, 2020

Even Noah, stepping out of the Ark, the world stretching out from his feet in a mighty display of infinite