Poems

The Traffic of Tulips

Rattle / September 12, 2008

—for Nelson We have waited too long for Spring, a little sun, any small sign during this white of white […]

Rattle / September 11, 2008

He comes walking into the ER, holding hands with a wife and a little boy. A big guy, he’s wheezing

Rattle / September 6, 2008

The Grand Bazaar, Istanbul, Turkey Pretend one language is all you speak, so the swirl of vowels, edge of consonants

Rattle / September 5, 2008

Kendra L. Tanacea STEPMOTHER Because he hates chocolate, you’ll bake lemon cakes and lemon tarts, trying to make the sour

Rattle / September 4, 2008

Tammy’s mother wanted to save me so drove me to church every Sunday. This was back when I wanted rich

Rattle / August 31, 2008