Timothy Green

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editor of @rattlepoetry | thoughts my own

A Noble Gas everywhere I’ve ever lived is tucked inside a blue balloon loosened in a child’s hand she’s standing in her fourth grade field her classmates counting down the soccer lines look almost real beneath her feet in painted grass an unseen bee inspects a clover waiting for the shade to pass when all at once their strings let go as if the sky itself could gasp and everywhere I’ve ever lived is pressing on the inner walls and pulling up her written note and when you find it tangled in the neighbor’s fence I hope you’ll call the number and tell whoever answers where it went
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The Giant Who Had No Heart Inside His Body by Timothy Green after Asbjørnsen and Moe didn’t know where to hide it. It was a big heart, after all, as huge as a Cadillac, as loud as a kick drum, and where do you hide such a thing? He tried the barn, wrapped in layers of aluminum foil and linen, hung on a hook from the highest beam—but still the field mice found it. He woke that night to the tickle of their tiny feet inside the huge hollow of his chest. His own laughter chased him through the darkness until he lifted the barn roof and scared them off. Next, he tried the bottom of the lake, sunk with stones to the deepest part. The surface rippled softly with every beat of the mighty heart, but the sound was muffled and the fish well-fed. For a while, it worked— until the cellophane began to leak, and the hole inside him filled with water, a well overflowing, and he wept for days. When the hungry princess arrived, it was raining. He noticed her bright umbrella. Eat, he said, having no other choice, his voice rolling down from the clouds. And so she ate, slice by slice, bite by painful bite for a year, until no one anymore might find it.
Residency Review cover, a star necklace on a black review form.
Poems for Katie cover, an anatomical heart wrapped in aluminum foil
A Lesser Triumph by Timothy Green ... Yesterday I remembered applause ...
The End of Loneliness Is Not a Crowd, is not a thousand patrons talking loud inside a cafeteria, nor the cloud of smoke that hangs outside, a dirty shroud over the city. Nor the field, now plowed in the distance, nor the farmer feeling proud about his work. Is not a tree endowed with fruit (not hanging low, not many-boughed). The end is not the cows so crudely cowed inside their pens like heavy furrows browed, as tightly packed as their beefy bulk allowed while they kicked and stomped and groaned aloud. The end of loneliness can’t be ka-powed like that. The judges aren’t so simply wowed. That doesn’t mean it should be disavowed.
Cover of Did You See the Moon Honey by Katie and Tim. A view of a fence looking up at the sky in neon colors.
Awards list from Modern Haiku's fall issue
Animated cover of Hot Pink Moon showing fireworks over a city.
this feeling over abundance
rental cabin only the moon not for sale
screenshot of rattle.com
"The right art is purposeless …" from Zen in the Art of Archery
another day more apples than I can eat
lasagna between the layers of conversation