Rattle: Poetry

Susan Johnson CRIBBAGE LESSONS The summer Dad decided it was time I learned crib, counting fifteen two, fifteen four, I loved doing the sums in my head, tallying up the pairs, runs, as if life …

Christine Rhein POST-ELECTION ABECEDARIAN America, a gleaming ship—mighty engines, billowing sails—the wind at our backs one minute, hurricanes careening toward us the next. And our captain-to-be, once again, does not call for All hands on …

Sharon Ferrante SIX SENRYU FOR EROTICA my lover’s scent in the morning a wolf howls on his lap the bump and grind of the old truck romping on cut grass our green knees lobster dinner …