Tributes

New Poems

Rattle / August 3, 2015

Every time I pick up the pen, I write myself out of the canon. Who said that? Mina Loy? Maybe […]

Rattle / July 30, 2015

The man on the train with the casual boner is reading The Beautiful and the Damned. He reminds me I’ve

Rattle / July 29, 2015

The 6th Street psychic pulls me into our vestibule to show me her breasts. She lives two floors below and

Rattle / July 28, 2015

Think of the time you flew into Albuquerque, the drive from the airport, flat thirsty red-brown land spreading in all

Rattle / July 23, 2015

At jury duty Calvin Trillin told me eating

Rattle / July 22, 2015

Thanksgiving Day, 1983. Tom, Debra and I are sitting down to the meal she’s cooked when, she, a Lutheran minister,