Young Poets

Brown Island

Rattle / March 25, 2017

In the middle of nowhere, Away from the hustle and bustle, Calming, Soothing, Out in nature. Tall trees, Smelling the […]

Rattle / March 18, 2017

Justice is lost Earth covered by concrete Snapping up beautiful things Stealing wonder If only they knew what they were

Rattle / March 11, 2017

Hurt is a backfiring risk Missing someone you don’t wanna miss Thinking about the memories you can’t dismiss Knowing this

Rattle / March 4, 2017

She was origami—flesh like onion skin— creases etched deep then deeper, bones became paper, marrow like cellophane, folded smaller, smaller

Rattle / February 25, 2017

Were you gruff? Were you tough? Were you proud? Were you loud? Were you glad? Were you sad? I have

Rattle / February 18, 2017

One sunny day I asked the ground: “How long have you been sitting here?” And the ground said: “I do