Ekphrastic Challenge

The Anatomy of Endings

Rattle / December 26, 2019

Even tender mornings are labor here, something to be fought for. Light must erode itself through a membrane of smog, […]

Rattle / November 28, 2019

And when you pass, an unfamiliar drip and splash globule in space, know that we are your arrogant twin,

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 31, 2019

At some point we realized what we owed in back pay we couldn’t pay back; our goose was cooked,

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