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The Rattlecast is back tonight at 8pm ET and our guest will be 2025 American Book Award-winner Amy M. Alvarez.
In the second hour, we'll reveal our new Prompt Poem of the Month, and share some pantoums. See you then!
Or salad dressings, ketchups and mayos,
or condiments of any kind, though my daughter
disagrees, tossing over her shoulder bottles
from the fridge the way I used to sort
her baby clothes from the hamper
for the laundry.
—Jen Karetnick
Rattle Poetry
Rattle Poetry
Like the heron,
I will be ghostly and misty
and largely unnoticed.
—George Bilgere
They are birds because I have heard them
hit their wings against the window.
—Nancy Kangas
but sad girls write poems about men
they used to shower with
—River Adams
She worked at a downscale casino,
dealing blackjack to working suckers ...
—Edward Hirsch
if he were not dead I would swear I lived next door to
Marlon Brando in the later years, but it is just my enormous sonofabitch neighbor
pissing while I watch and don’t watch at the same time
—Andrew Nurkin
They can kick you, but only when you’re down.
—Ace Boggess
wearing it with me, we four lift a finger
to touch the same brim, greeting the ladies.
—Ted Kooser
From outside my bedroom window
I must’ve looked holy as I moved
slowly across the room in my robe
—David Hernandez
