Young Poets

The Waiter

Rattle / February 17, 2018

The clock is ticking, the clock is tocking. I am waiting for someone like you. You’re like a soft ocean […]

Rattle / February 10, 2018

Draw me something, she says. I am vacant. Write me a letter. I have a hangnail. Write me a poem,

Rattle / February 3, 2018

Never give up your wings In favor of lesser things, Or let the promise of an hour Betray you with

Rattle / January 27, 2018

He grew up among the rich Georgia clay Remembering the way it stained his hands Red, and angry, and distinctive.

Rattle / January 20, 2018

Vines dangle from the bushes. Wolves stalk their prey. Owls hoot. Witches cackle. Dust gets kicked. Foxes jump fences And

Rattle / January 13, 2018

When I’m worried I feel like I’m in a hole, a hole with no escape. Other people are so much