An Act of Procreation
what beatings we have taken— gave what we have endures: poverty, hunger, sickness, spinal taps, seizures, stripped of privacy, independence, […]
Best of Rattle, Poems, Tributes
Tributes
Best of Rattle, Poems, Tributes
Silk Woman
The silk which she loves flows against her skin, the white silk spun from a cocoon of words, spun and
Poems, Poets Abroad, Tributes
Rats
It is not my mother I miss, but the idea of a mother–figure. I especially miss someone when I’m alone
Nurses, Poems, Tributes
Howlin’ Moon
must be a howling full moon tonight because everybody is streaming through my hospital and just howling crazy after 15
Nurses, Poems, Tributes
Midwifing My Father
For Brooks Staton, 1/15/15 – 6/14/05 I sit alone at his convalescent home bedside. His eyes are unfocused, unblinking. I
Nurses, Poems, Tributes
Her Brother’s Pickhole
He still wounds himself every day for five decades now, breakfast till bed, his index finger spins tight circles at