Tributes

In Your Absence

Rattle / October 16, 2009

my yearning ripened like the last apple russet and out of reach but for the sun touching it briefly the […]

Rattle / October 3, 2009

Again this spring The lilacs form tight-furled cones And promise to send their piercing fragrance Throughout the neighbourhood Though dinosaurs

Rattle / October 2, 2009

When things have bloomed, my mother teaches me to hunt out the dead blossoms that are no longer veined and

Rattle / September 29, 2009

For a year, my father killed turtles. During the summer, he and his friends waited for them to bank on

Rattle / September 26, 2009

First you flew over the jungle canopy, your chopper throbbing like a heart. I was in the movement, striving against

Rattle / September 23, 2009

So you said what you had to say, so what if your words are like a road that finally got