love poems

Nocturne in What Now Feels Like a Very Silly Dress

Rattle / October 2, 2014

Tonight there are no taxis in Harlem, and the moon is somewhere, mustering itself the way a man does to […]

Rattle / October 1, 2014

In 19th century Rome it was said that the monks kissed the backs of their hands as a sign of

Rattle / September 30, 2014

This entire day I have felt just a few seconds separated from myself. Stepping outside I close the door upon

Rattle / September 25, 2014

Years from now he’ll remember the months he spent trying to unlock a lock of her hair and how, when

Rattle / September 24, 2014

I’m at Hooters, you tell me when I call, and I make you repeat it because I’m sure that I

Rattle / September 23, 2014

No telling him he looks ridiculous. This banty rooster— all 8 inches of him— puffs up and struts his maleness