Young Poets

Painting Music

Rattle / June 13, 2015

It’s like painting music splattering the music The wind carries it Playing it softer I’m pushing my vines swinging the […]

Rattle / June 6, 2015

If I am walking, but talking but what if I am playing, but swimming I may be jumping or diving

Rattle / May 30, 2015

Remember all those times that I would shove you off my bed so I could sleep? I thought you’d get

Rattle / May 23, 2015

Let me write a poem. The kind that you chew on long after it loses its taste. Let me write

Rattle / May 16, 2015

inside a watermelon, a populous city with a day and two moons, a street of portmanteau word runs in front

Rattle / May 9, 2015

I mostly have Zen dreams now It’s all blank and dark I don’t even see myself