Young Poets

April Rain

Rattle / February 11, 2017

The rain stains almost everything darker. Somehow, leaves seem to get brighter, as wood and pine straw are slowly dampened. […]

Rattle / February 4, 2017

he is old but he is nice, too

Rattle / January 28, 2017

I am bad eyesight chit-chatting with strangers I am the know-it-all running my smart-mouth I am the evergreen

Rattle / January 21, 2017

The Red River flows gently, a part of the landscape that makes up this land, But within it lie the

Rattle / January 14, 2017

The light is bright in the forest. Nobody sees the beauty of the moon. The stream glimmers. Nobody sees the

Rattle / December 17, 2016

He sits in the back of class, Hard to miss For all the wrong reasons. Our world cannot relate To