Poetry
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by Anna Lena Phillips Bell
to do: observe this slanted / river wrought in paper, / shadowed tributaries / that end at the page’s end / or seem to, as a list
A Silver Bowl of Stars: Blas Falconer’s Rara Avis
Whether “It’s a [family] story we don’t like / to tell” or the shifting of roles and a meditation on death “In the book we are reading together,” wisdom closes its hand over sentiment.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Iqra Khan
here/ my uncle is in service of thirty-three / guava trees/ he asks us to gather what the storm / has coaxed to the ground
A Search for Country and Identity in Ayokunle Falomo’s Autobiomythography Of
It is Falomo’s legacy of rebirth, in rich, outstanding text, that there are things which must burn in order to be birthed anew
Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by juj e lepe
Never mind strange dogs / down murder-hornet ridge, water / nipping at your bones; I will find you
Slant Panes of Light: Emilie Menzel’s The Girl Who Became a Rabbit
Meaning is fleeting. Meaning is self-made.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Ava Chen
Nothing appears on the news— / I have been checking for years. /
What’s left composes and composes, / unbearably distinct against the horizon.
Reversing the Apocalypse: A Review of Hussain Ahmed’s Blue Exodus
...the world of the dead, the living, and the unborn are all in a cycle. Human materiality is indestructible.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by Jan Beatty
I’ve filled states, the state / of Oklahoma, for example, flat, / unyielding fields, split with / no-river gorges, what’s left / of me after the flooding.
Red as in: Dawn Lundy Martin’s Instructions for the Lovers
Perhaps like a phoenix, Martin maintains such a commanding presence throughout the book because she has endured the sacrificial fire of being a poet, the necessary self-immolation.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by Michael Chang
as catwoman took off in a cemetery in queens / overturning headstones we hear great news