Young Poets

Cliffs and the House by the Shore

Rattle / June 25, 2016

Guests peer Through the windows Their breath bleeding stains on glass Freeze—and they’ll fade away Unceasing they run From death […]

Rattle / June 18, 2016

The night was so quiet The night was so still, The fog crowded round me And the old flour mill.

Rattle / June 11, 2016

Lit up, Luminous, And guiding us down the path. Staring, At the night wonders, Hanging out on a limb. The

Rattle / June 4, 2016

I saw a man striding along gold, he was dusted with curiosity, a purple glow emitting from his cheekbones. And

Rattle / May 28, 2016

one: the seizing clench in your knuckles, white, but you hold them still. two: the man’s eyes when he sees

Rattle / May 21, 2016

Dove Loral, a snowy beak, An ark into flood. -9 a fountain frozen the flower kept