Poetry Prize

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Rattle / July 7, 2013

You’re right. I meant “midst,” not “mist.” I don’t know what I was stinking, I mean thinking, soap speaks intimately […]

Rattle / June 24, 2013

Why did I leave the front door unlocked? I ask myself, while pushing my cartinto the shortest line at the

Rattle / June 19, 2013

I One hour in sunshine every morning is the best Zeitgeber. Residential group settings for people living with Alzheimer’s …

Rattle / June 16, 2013

the lab technician asks me as she sticks the needle in my vein, routine physical, blood rushing up the tube

Rattle / June 13, 2013

I was 14 when my mother gave it to me. It was made when I was born, Ford had figured

Rattle / June 8, 2013

I cannot save her, she will be broken, is broken, will be broken again and again, this little girl, five