Ekphrasis

The Metamorphosis of Gregor Samsa and My Grandpa

Rattle / November 21, 2019

Kafka, what were Gregor Samsa’s unruhigen Träumen— restless dreams? I’ve dreamed of two, tiny snakes with skin shimmering silver like […]

Rattle / October 24, 2019

When my grandmother learned I was sewing for a living, she took down a suitcase from the garage rafters and

Rattle / October 1, 2019

I’ve long said there is no such thing as a sad poem. If you want sad, go find a disease

Rattle / September 26, 2019

I see a wasp. It’s Trump and Pence and every televangelist that condemns lesbians. Sean Hannity’s anti-LGBT rhetoric, like the

Rattle / August 29, 2019

The planes went down the same day Romulus and Remus were butchered. And I walked barefoot through the cattlegrass, mooed

Rattle / August 22, 2019

We served our sentence under the city’s insomniac glare, by the racket of garbage trucks and the screams of all-night