Young Poets

Windlight Moon

Rattle / September 17, 2016

The air breathes to wind light grazes the moon. The flower, half-full and thistle. The wind blows softly the trees […]

Rattle / September 10, 2016

my pen is out of ink. and the house is creaking and the curtains keep moving and my pen is

Rattle / September 3, 2016

Figure me not. I don’t know how you got swept away in the sea of Gone. My heart is frozen

Rattle / August 27, 2016

GARGOYLES Alive they terrorise. But in rubble … They’re no trouble. * * * MY SHADOW My shadow goes to

Rattle / August 20, 2016

I am an artist. Sometimes I draw. Sometimes I lie with paper on the floor. I am an artist. I

Rattle / August 13, 2016

we wrapped ourselves in blankets of lost warmth, homes that were never our own, we filled our lungs with someone