Young Poets

I Hear Laughing

Rattle / January 6, 2018

I hear laughing The waves are crashing I love starfish I put them in a dish My mom puts on […]

Rattle / November 25, 2017

Here I sit in core class thinking about nothing and everything as I always do. Mrs. Wyneken is writing something

Rattle / November 4, 2017

The trail of your footsteps graved in the ground become peaceful angels following the blonde star’s glint as your shadow

Rattle / October 7, 2017

Tears cut to the soul Inner secrets kept in each one Falling from the soul Words never to be spoken

Rattle / September 23, 2017

The first day in spring in 1998, you realized I would not move your womb. The doctors said it would

Rattle / September 16, 2017

The sleeping lion The living bones The paper world The matchstick bag The book of secrets Life and death.