Tributes

Duct Tape, Sleep, Pretzels

Rattle / April 22, 2020

At 35,000 feet, I look out the airplane window & see duct tape on the propeller. It reminds me of […]

Rattle / April 20, 2020

Each day he left our shallow bed at sunrise. All that remained: the black snake lie. Yes, he remembered his

Rattle / April 17, 2020

I spent an entire day at my desk writing vapid effluvia like I’m so sick of writing pages of drivel,

Rattle / March 14, 2020

In English we say Padua; in Italian, Padova. In Italian, Basilica di Sant’Antonio; in English, Church of Saint Anthony. Around

Rattle / March 10, 2020

Stops. It’s just congestion, he says. I have congestion, not naming it— his lungs as gauzy as a party dress—

Rattle / January 16, 2020

I was small and half-believed I could disappear just by closing my eyes—no, I wished for it fervently: that my