August 27, 2024

Terry's Keys by Kim Beckham, photograph of keys hanging on a fence at a beach

Image: “Lahore #44” by Faizan Adil. “Song of a Masjid’s Floor” was written by Ammara Younas for Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge, July 2024, and selected as the Series Editor’s Choice.

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Ammara Younas

SONG OF A MASJID’S FLOOR

I sang
to atoms emptied in a mother’s feet
replicating the prosody of Adhān itself
the dust trembling like a lost child
burgeoning parable-like when her feet
shot up vertically         & as her face
descended to meet my face         my eyes
did not have the heart to meet hers
mine torrid & hers         torrential
 
I sang
to vowels         lost         into a father’s lips
thinking themselves         muhajir
who don’t belong in tongues harvesting
love off-season but in the tenement
of Mihrab they found a home &
journeyed back & sugared his mouth
a spoonful of sweet persimmon        & he
prayed take me before you take anyone
 
I sang
to a daughter adrift in the persistence
of memory         as she hid desire in
the crevice of the ceramic floor
when amidst Sajdah         she kissed me
homelike         I cradled her like my own
her face dribbled down my arms
feathering gathering to become whole
until she abandoned it         &         went home
faceless she told me she’d finally
escape the guilt of being woman
the lone daughter of Hawwa
 
I sang
to a son whose feet         gripped         me
like hands holding up         soapy
firmament of gods & though his touch
was hot mess he stayed mere inches
from visions of eden & though his
touch was slippery he distilled love
from abstract         plucked         flowers
from wastelands         perfumed them
himself & left me         with those flowers
& a smile that could sun
even         elegies
 
I sang
to a child with no mother no father
his weight the heaviest to carry
here my tongue         turned flamingo
too long for meaning         to traverse
through as he asked me to return
the love he could’ve had         I dreamed
of him turning into wild
cherry blossom
& if he sang back to me         I’d float
outside my body and see seas
of psalms sewn into people & ceded to
me as they turned homeward
but he’d come vacant         & never
leave
 
I sang
& sang & sang
swallowing sandals borrowing
bottle caps I birthed footprints lent
water         & sang & sang to
no god but
human
 

from Ekphrastic Challenge
July 2024, Series Editor’s Choice

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Comment from the series editor, Megan O’Reilly: “Two things immediately struck me about Faizan Adil’s artwork: First, the cultural and religious significance, and second, the sense that the figures in the foreground seem to be lost in their own worlds, as though each is a universe unto themselves. Ammara Younas’s poem prioritizes both of these elements. The poet paints a vivid tapestry of the life of a Muslim family, and though the poem is superbly cohesive, each stanza dedicated to a family member could easily stand alone as its own poem. The distinctive language, both earthy and elegant—‘tongues harvesting/love off-season’; ‘dust trembling like a lost child’—mirrors the image’s contrast between ornate reverence and human humility, a dichotomy that is also encapsulated in the poem’s last stanza.”

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July 30, 2024

Terry's Keys by Kim Beckham, photograph of keys hanging on a fence at a beach

Image: “Terry’s Keys” by Kim Beckham. “What You Thought You Lost” was written by Wendy Videlock for Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge, June 2024, and selected as the Editor’s Choice.

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Wendy Videlock

WHAT YOU THOUGHT YOU LOST

What you thought you lost along the way
hangs in the air like a prayer
 
May you find your way home
may the doors swing open wide
            from the out and the in
 
              side
 
under a wide open sky
May you lose
            may you find,
may you know
              in the core
of your weathered soul your old
 
and your new sign
 
May every stranger on the path
become the one who
                        stopped
 
to hang something you thought
you lost in the air
              by a thread like an ancient
pagan prayer
            like some kind of
elder
          warm-eyed
 
guardian was standing there.
 

from Ekphrastic Challenge
June 2024, Editor’s Choice

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Comment from the series editor, Megan O’Reilly: “‘What You Thought You Lost’ begins with comparing what was lost to a prayer–an apt simile, given that this poem feels like a prayer, with its reverent language, melodic sound, and spiritual references. What a transcendent connection, too, the poet draws between the concrete image of keys hanging on a beach fence and the abstract concept of something lost (we don’t know what, but somehow we have a sense of it) hanging in the air ‘by a thread like an ancient/pagan prayer.’ There’s already an intangible quality to artist Kim Beckham’s beach scene, a sense of possibility, but the metaphysical tone of the poem adds greater complexity to the photo. One of the things I love most about the ekphrastic challenge is how differently I can see a piece of art after I read a poem about it, and ‘What You Thought You Lost’ made me look at this image in a way I never could have without it.”

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July 18, 2024

Terry's Keys by Kim Beckham, photograph of keys hanging on a fence at a beach

Image: “Terry’s Keys” by Kim Beckham. “Bigger Than Us” was written by Emily Walker for Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge, June 2024, and selected as the Artist’s Choice.

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Emily Walker

BIGGER THAN US

we ran out shrieking
leaving our mark as
footprints in the sand
only stopping to
plant our keys on the fence
like a flag on the moon
terry, her short hair,
her red face,
said we owned the beach
and we could’ve
but the black-backed gulls
who mimicked our screeches,
they were thieves
the dunes were our country
the waves, our closest friends
the sun burnt us in continents
drawing maps on our backs and
painting our hair with streaks
of light, of day, of promise.
stay forever, we swore and
locked our pinkies till they bled
 

from Ekphrastic Challenge
June 2024, Artist’s Choice

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Comment from the artist, Kim Beckham: “‘We ran out shrieking.’ I really like that the poet created characters and a world to fit the scene. They truly captured all of the senses in the images, sounds, and heat of Terry’s day at the beach. It felt really tight with the perfect image to punctuate the ending. Pinky swear!”

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March 29, 2023

Éanlaí P. Cronin

GONZO

the gonzo mug, the first thing for which i reached 
that night when i was twelve and i returned
to the cubicle in the convent i called home 
where one hundred and thirty girls 
shuffled along the marble corridors of this once 
british landlord’s manor, the irony of such a gaggle 
of indigenous women speaking nothing 
but our native tongue in a place where once we 
would have been cailín aimsires, no more than scullery maids, 
no less than always available to the whims and wants 
of some hungry force tossing his occupying seed into unwelcomed 
furrows, here now our victory. our time. irish clambering back 
into the molecules of memory. day by day. phrase by 
repeated phrase. were i there again, it would be 
more than enough, the daily baptism 
of language resurrecting from the bones. back then, its loss 
sauntered along in the blood, the brutality of one native 
against another. who had words for damage done? who dared 
begin the job of that unraveling? the month february. 
the day valentine’s. just told by mother 
superior that the senior girl i adored (let me tell you here 
that this was a love that lasted all of fifteen minutes, beginning 
to finish, no idea in me of its great need, just one embrace 
in the darkness of a music room while others 
scurried past on their way from evening supper to study hall 
so that she and i arrived late and my heart knew 
something it had not known before, someone had claimed 
me entirely as their own). the hooked finger of mother 
superior beckoned from the dais. she whispered in my ear 
in the quietness of that once banquet room 
that this liaison was to cease. 
some snap undone. 
night prayers in church singing 
to a god i hated. climbed the spiral staircase, unearthed
the hidden envelope among my white knee socks. 
emptied the contents of my father’s heart 
pills into the saucer of my palm. filled the gonzo mug 
half way with freezing water. swallowed the lot. watched my reflection 
in the darkness of the window. smiled. 
i remember that. 
smiled at her authority. 
climbed into bed. 
waited. counted each breath. just as i had done 
months before. on the surgeon’s table. count backwards, 
the masked man had asked. 
ten to one, good girl. 
i did the same. 
i can’t remember 
where i stopped.
 

from Rattle #79, Spring 2023
Tribute to Irish Poets

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Éanlaí P. Cronin: “Born and reared in a small, Irish-speaking village in the southwest of Ireland, I learned, early in life, that language and land were intertwined. Indeed language and life itself were married in such a way that the singular incantation of a proverb or prayer evoked the nature of the Gael inside the blood, no matter how cold or indifferent one had become to one’s own native origins, no matter how deep a schism history had created in the marrow of the Irish psyche. An Irish verse or a psalm could bring a grown man or woman to tears in our winter kitchen. And I, as a child, could spend hours weeping in a quiet corner at something I didn’t fully understand but knew to be true and real. As real as the thinning carpet on which I sat. Or the small footstool upon which I perched at my mother’s feet by a roaring range. It seemed, back then, in the 1970s, and still to this day, that to hear the native tongue, to sing a traditional song, to recite an epic verse, ‘as Gaeilge,’ was to rebirth within the Irish skin something nearly dead and gone. To make room, not for the terrible beauty Yeats mourned, but for the trembling truth of the savage restored. Savage because we had, even in my childhood, come to view ourselves, through the eyes of long oppression, as mongrels of a kind, uncivilized, shameful, wanting in some way. Yet, not a word of such a thing ever spoken or dissected. As though to be Irish and to be broken were the common weather through which we moved. All of us flawed tokens. My task, as an Irish child, is to pen whatever I can that will rouse the Irish soul in my beloved homeland, and in me. To make sound that which has been silent and dying. To become once more unbound, her and I, in all our original splendor.” (web)

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February 21, 2023

John W. Evans

« Rattle Chapbook Prize Winner »

 
The Fight Journal is a heartsick elegy for a failed marriage. Written in couplets that mirror the back-and-forth of two parties alternately warring with each other and struggling to hold a family together, Evans explores the depths of longing, bitterness, resignation, and hope that humanize the struggle to live and parent during and after divorce. As much a story of resolve as it is vulnerability, The Fight Journal is a bittersweet account of the complexities of connection, the power of sympathy, and the many forms that love takes in lives that continue.

 

From the Author

I wrote the poems in The Fight Journal to make sense of an experience about which I felt strongly biased: my divorce. I wanted to recognize the humanity of all involved on the page because this was something I struggled to do in real life. I hoped to find closure, healing, and an answer to two questions. Why had my marriage failed? How had I been complicit in that failure? Adrienne Rich’s “From An Old House in America” was the formal model for the long title poem. Marta Tikkanen’s “The Love Story of the Century” was a precedent for writing about these dynamics. Both poems are personal favorites.

 

Sample Poems

• “Fireline” in Rattle (online)
• “Musicians at the Wedding” in Rattle (online)
• “Fight” in Rattle (online)

 

About the Author

Photo of John W. EvansJohn W. Evans is the author of Should I Still Wish: A Memoir (University of Nebraska Press, 2017), Young Widower: A Memoir (University of Nebraska Press, 2014), and The Consolations: Poems (Trio House Press, 2014). His books have won prizes including the Peace Corps Writers Book Prize, a ForeWord Reviews Book Prize, the River Teeth Book Prize, the Sawtooth Poetry Prize, and the Trio Award. Should I Still Wish is published in the American Lives Series. John is currently the Phyllis Draper Lecturer in Nonfiction at Stanford University, where he was previously a Jones Lecturer and a Wallace Stegner Fellow. He lives in Northern California with his three young sons. (web)

 

Details

Cover art by Max Beckmann
ISBN: 978-1-931307-53-6
Cover price: $6.00
Chapbook: 40 pages
Size: 6″ x 9″
 

February 17, 2022

Tribute to Librarians

Conversation with
Janice N. Harrington

The Spring 2022 issue of Rattle featured a Tribute to Librarians. Librarians work on the front lines of literature and are often the last bulwark against censorship, as we discuss with former librarian Janice N. Harrington in the conversation section. The theme includes 16 poems by librarians and their always-interesting contributor notes. The open section features 22 poets exploring the mysteries of life, both large and small.

 

Librarians

Audio Available Kathleen Balma Salmon Shreds in Gravy
Norma Bernstock What I Remember About That Dress
Audio Available Tony Burfield Field Glasses
Audio Available Janice N. Harrington Connecting Flights
Audio Available Becca J.R. Lachman Both Goal and Medicine
Audio Available T.J. McGuire The Mozart Effect
Audio Available Jackie McManus Dock Grade Road
Audio Available Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco Leaf Cutter
Audio Available Jessy Randall Sylvia Plath’s Handwriting
Audio Available Stewart Shaw My Breath Is Recycled
Audio Available Catherine St. Denis Lucky Ones 
Audio Available Betsy Fogelman Tighe Alphabets Are Like Cows in Sunlight
Audio Available Asa West Offering
Audio Available E.A. Wilberton Visiting My Mother’s Wars
Audio Available Martin Willitts Jr. The Librarian and the Sullen Blank Paper
Elizabeth S. Wolf When the Phone Rings
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Open Poetry

Olabimpe Adedamola Back to the Beginning Which Is to Say …
Audio Available Porsha Allen A Prayer
Audio Available Jessica Barlevi Unborn
Audio Available Sara Beck On a Square on a Screen
Audio Available Alexandra Bessette Day 274
Audio Available Mike Bove To My Son on September 15th
Audio Available Tara Bray Memoir
Audio Available Christine Degenaars Swimmers in the Caribbean
Audio Available Raquel Franco An Alternate Universe Where Safety Is …
Audio Available Oli Isaac Hyacinth in Heaven Wondering Why …
Audio Available Jill Kandel How Much Do You Weigh?
Audio Available David Kirby Mass Shootings: A Biography
Audio Available Gary Lark Lenny’s Day
Audio Available Campbell McGrath The Fire
Jeff McRae Kurt Vonnegut Stepped Off the Plane
Audio Available Linda Michel-Cassidy Buoyant
Brian Morrison Lighting the Rocket
Audio Available Jim Peterson The Light
Cati Porter In the Checkout Line at Rite Aid,
e.a. toles What Does Black Taste Like
E.D. Watson Father, Daughter, Hungry Ghost
Tiffany Wu Regulation
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Conversation

Janice N. Harrington (web)
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Cover Art

Sherry Shahan (web)

March 17, 2021

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