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Rattle / March 12, 2009

Some women let you feed them chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream spoonful by […]

Rattle / March 11, 2009

Of course you can fold a bird. A rabbit that puffs up at your breath. Two interlocking rings from a

Rattle / March 9, 2009

“What noun would you want spoken on your skin your whole life through?” —Mark Doty, “My Tattoo” On the back

Rattle / March 8, 2009

When you live alone, there’s no one to holler (no mother or father, no uncle or aunt) none to mind

Rattle / March 7, 2009

Waiting in line at a taco stand for my number to be called I started talking to a six-year-old kid

Rattle / March 4, 2009

DAVID ALPAUGH: “I’m attracted to poetry by its thrilling language—the electricity generated by the A & B of metaphor ‘running