Poems

Creation

Rattle / October 3, 2009

Again this spring The lilacs form tight-furled cones And promise to send their piercing fragrance Throughout the neighbourhood Though dinosaurs […]

Rattle / October 2, 2009

When things have bloomed, my mother teaches me to hunt out the dead blossoms that are no longer veined and

Rattle / October 1, 2009

For the blast blasted blubber beyond all believable bounds. —Paul Linnman, eye-witness Rolling heavily in on the tide, it

Rattle / September 29, 2009

For a year, my father killed turtles. During the summer, he and his friends waited for them to bank on

Rattle / September 28, 2009

He is brain dead. His tongue moves, touches lips as if to moisten them. Grandpa’s tongue—heaving of the soul pushing,

Rattle / September 26, 2009

First you flew over the jungle canopy, your chopper throbbing like a heart. I was in the movement, striving against