Young Poets

Peace and Rain

Rattle / September 5, 2015

The raindrops fall on all that is quiet. A soft wind blows a tear off your face. The […]

Rattle / August 29, 2015

I asked the orange why it was orange, And it faded and turned moldy. I asked the computer why it

Rattle / August 22, 2015

The old couple on the sidewalk Arm in arm, small steps shuffling forward. Each dressed in their Sunday best. He

Rattle / August 15, 2015

She wore yellow on a dark day. Though it was summer, her flowing yellow dress, yellow beaded sandals, yellow disposition—all

Rattle / August 8, 2015

smokey had blue eyes they sparkled in the water like the water The Garden willow tree gone with the rest

Rattle / August 1, 2015

When I hear the wind chime I think, what is that noise? A high, metal tinkle A warm, low, hollow