Poems

Tonsillitis

Rattle / December 6, 2009

Like a man’s remains in the belly of a whale, the throat cultures its own pain. A cruelty—a secret […]

Rattle / December 4, 2009

c. 1940 Would like to have gotten on board only to realize he’d be told he couldn’t,

Rattle / December 3, 2009

Perhaps its Baptist Donkey rides Mom trailer trips to McDonalds Arkansas tire swings Ya’ll come back now and smothered biscuits

Rattle / December 1, 2009

I think my neighbor is dead, or maybe I don’t know what to do with a neighbor so quiet compared

Rattle / November 29, 2009

9:20 AM Israeli time, and we step out of the hotel, into a beautiful bright (they mostly are) day. The

Rattle / November 26, 2009

1. As a girl, the black-branched plums behind the far fence were mine because a giant row of nettle and