Young Poets

I Want to Tell the Fish

Rattle / December 27, 2014

I want to tell the fish, Eat only the bait, not the hook. When you eat the bait, start from […]

Rattle / December 20, 2014

You’re sitting in Mrs. Cuftor’s house You’re drinking a glass of tea The unknown is the door behind you that

Rattle / December 13, 2014

Until one summer they said I was deaf I didn’t listen I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Until one

Rattle / December 6, 2014

In the forest a man sits a tree stands high a river runs through his silence.

Rattle / November 29, 2014

Sometimes I think Inspiration is dead. Other times It jumps in my head. It can be a friend But also

Rattle / November 28, 2014

I don’t know why girls do not like me. I still wear pink dresses, They are pretty and sparkly and