Young Poets

Pain

Rattle / October 29, 2016

The ignorant believe pain is terminal, an end-all-be-all affliction that is dark and infernal, and they all clutch desperately onto […]

Rattle / October 22, 2016

I don’t know who owns the boots. I see them at my bus stop in the morning. I hear the

Rattle / October 15, 2016

The girl was sleeping. She wasn’t doing anything all day. You know what it is just like tigers not resting.

Rattle / October 8, 2016

The ten waterfalls Were nice and shining. They led to an ocean That was a mile deep. * * *

Rattle / October 1, 2016

It’s what makes the spiders tremble. It’s what makes the deer nimble. It’s what makes our chins so cold. It’s

Rattle / September 24, 2016

Swift as though a mouse is running, quick as though a banker’s funding, black as when a reindeer hides, swifter