Poetry Prize

The Blades

Rattle / April 3, 2019

In the new world, as the goddess dictated, each time a man touched a woman against her will, each time […]

Rattle / April 18, 2018

I am still Alive so I move out Of my doc’s Cave-like office And let the sun Sip tears From

Rattle / April 16, 2018

after Xu Bing’s exhibition, Background Story: A New Approach to Landscape Painting Because I have forgotten to bring my small,

Rattle / April 11, 2018

I. Bobby: Food I was a jungle fighter. We had to eat cold food because we couldn’t have fires

Rattle / April 9, 2018

Isn’t there always a bird in the airport? Here’s one who got by without a passport, surprising the uniformed

Rattle / April 6, 2018

But she sends too many texts. When I see her it’s okay. Not great but it gets better the more