Underground Poets

The Rime of the Ancient Minotaur

Rattle / January 10, 2019

THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MINOTAUR I haven’t written anything in months. Sunshine, sunshine everywhere. I hate the sun, its […]

Rattle / January 4, 2018

She wants to keep walking, “Look at that maple,” wind rising, as red as a coxcomb, like it’s bleeding all

Rattle / November 2, 2017

The way you Smile and jump And Your HAIR! One could get lost in the black flowing midnight Filled with

Rattle / October 25, 2016

Nine-eleven-96-hike the ball to the split-end the tight-end to the end of the known world fling the fucker between your

Rattle / October 6, 2016

this speechlessness, as if it weren’t enough for me to keep quiet, as if I’ve been assigned nasty keepers—a persecutor