Young Poets

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Rattle / October 27, 2018

Apparently in China, slurping your noodles Is a compliment to the chef. If you put the steaming-hot cords of udon […]

Rattle / October 20, 2018

this morning i walked into the slum-streets of Shenzhen in my black combat boots and into a shop with a

Rattle / October 13, 2018

I sit on that cold bench where only I sit. The wind has made it colder than ever but that’s

Rattle / October 6, 2018

My sadness is the rain breaking the bridges.

Rattle / September 29, 2018

My dad and I sit on a sun-watched dock, crabbing, winding bright white lines around our fingers, holding clenched the

Rattle / September 22, 2018

Now we are like hay, a dust bath for our roots and beer cans for our heads.