Rust Belt Poets

Weed Whacker

Rattle / November 27, 2017

Weed whackers do solve a problem, just like smacking a two-year-old’s face makes him startle quiet for a second. Smacking […]

Rattle / November 24, 2017

All the fluorescent lights tonight try to buff the dark to a shine in the rec centers and the laundromats

Rattle / November 22, 2017

“Haven’t just sat and talked in a while,” my father says as he wheels a low chair to my side.

Rattle / November 20, 2017

I have eaten all your almonds because you left them on the counter. A better person would not have done

Rattle / November 17, 2017

Over winter break, Frank put a shotgun in his mouth and killed himself in his mother’s home, which was not

Rattle / November 15, 2017

As compensation for a boring life, he received a job in heaven in the department of tropical fruits and quickly