Poems

On a Former Student’s Spread in Hustler Magazine

Rattle / November 2, 2008

She seemed much happier in the nude with her fingers clamped to stiff nipples and legs spread wide in a […]

Rattle / November 1, 2008

Gears grit their teeth against speed, but foot flat to the floorboard, I take every curve the road throws on

Rattle / October 31, 2008

My mother swears she saw my baby brother rise from his cot one stormy night when we were living upstate.

Rattle / October 28, 2008

what beatings we have taken— gave what we have endures: poverty, hunger, sickness, spinal taps, seizures, stripped of privacy, independence,

Rattle / October 26, 2008

The silk which she loves flows against her skin, the white silk spun from a cocoon of words, spun and

Rattle / October 22, 2008

Your sister can’t stop hurting when she sees children laughing. They coil in her dreams, knees raised to their stomachs,