Tributes

Elroy Trains the Stock Boy

Rattle / June 5, 2019

We don’t sell produce that’s pock-marked, bruised, wilted, or otherwise unusable by the wealthier families in town. That’s right, son, […]

Rattle / June 3, 2019

Birthmother I steal pickles when clearing dishes; Omma doesn’t see If only I could tell her that I’ve found a

Rattle / May 31, 2019

Because this isn’t a formal visit, he prefers to let the day unfold without a schedule. Please memorize the attached

Rattle / May 29, 2019

We’re all electronic now. Gone, the wire globe and crank, the worn-out goddess to turn it. Some call such games

Rattle / May 27, 2019

As I unload each shifting, fertile clod upon her pale remains, their thudding sound brings to mind the pounding of

Rattle / May 24, 2019

after Sharon Olds Isn’t it funny, man? It took me dying, but I finally got out of New York. I