Ekphrasis

Chanclas, Find Our Ground

Rattle / April 25, 2017

here in an unfamiliar universe of beginnings, spattered into being is essence, la familia: el papá, carrying la niña […]

Rattle / March 30, 2017

31 frayed my nerves pulling over in the middle of nowhere Michigan every thirty miles to pour water into the

Rattle / March 28, 2017

lonely highway the wheat fields of my childhood come back to me the unrelenting crop my father beat me with

Rattle / February 28, 2017

And the days spill like soot from a fireplace, ash of them dusting skin. Days hoarded like krugerrands. Days

Rattle / February 23, 2017

Tomorrows whirl along, they promenade like pages ripped from too-brief years, before their soft-shoe asphalt syncopations fade down Geary to

Rattle / January 31, 2017

stillbirth the whole house full of lost hair