Tributes

Lennon Lyric

Rattle / February 19, 2015

Even picking up the dry-cleaning, even chewing the Eucharist or at home chewing thought, he thinks can anyone hear my […]

Rattle / February 17, 2015

Somehow words are not enough. At least not ones I see. There’s a hollow thud against the

Rattle / February 16, 2015

Although she never did before, my mother lies. She doesn’t have dementia. She answers questions like someone drinking white wine

Rattle / February 13, 2015

When my father died I was twelve hundred miles away because a giggly-bosomed hospice nurse in loud pink scrubs chirped

Rattle / February 12, 2015

This naked, lonely question is still simmering in a crock pot on the counter of a beach bungalow where

Rattle / February 11, 2015

My husband and I have Space Bagged our genitalia— dried kelp bulbs and cowrie shells— and hung them in the