Poems

Bonnard’s Wife’s Ashes

Rattle / August 7, 2009

Stooped shoulders, small breasts. The womanly head bent, Marthe, the model he made wife in 1925, she was upset someone […]

Rattle / August 6, 2009

And sheep are led to the shearing shed. They tumble out, shivering, bleeding. What good to tell them, “look toward

Rattle / August 4, 2009

Of my sixth-grade teacher, Mr. Smith, I remember imperfectly some details: his face, perhaps, was paper-white and his hands delicate

Rattle / August 3, 2009

Out here I thought the wind would be kind to us. Would offer some kind of resolution, a new direction

Rattle / August 2, 2009

and all the children,
all of them,
waded into the music
as if it were water

Rattle / August 1, 2009

Last year, the year before—hard times. I leave my two mares on pasture while I think things through. I pay