Young Poets

Like Magic

Rattle / September 25, 2021

The sand aflame, I walked towards the sleeping ocean. I held my breath, despite the snorkel resting on my dried […]

Rattle / September 18, 2021

metropolitan city— each raga smoke-laden coin collection— the clink of grandma’s voice away from home— the crackle of mother’s onions

Rattle / August 28, 2021

It’s really easy counting to one. The moment you start, you’re already done.

Rattle / August 21, 2021

If there was a paper me And there was a paper you, We would be paper people With a new

Rattle / August 14, 2021

Saive me by thes wendrous and this per of lo, and below me, all my life i immagin ther faises,

Rattle / August 7, 2021

There is some meaning to the word semantics It’s why b a n a n a means yellow fruit A