Time

is a curve

with a caveat. …more

Well I got to keep it going keep it going full steam.

Two Lyrics from “Rondo”

The boys pawing the ground are horses.
They will drag you between them.
Come, give them your arms! …more

Was National Poetry Month over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!

The Lover’s Field Guide to Lesser Coinage

There are eight stycas in a penny, two pennies in a farthing, three farthings in a nearthing, and eight nearthings in a positutely. …more

So maybe you’re following our National Poetry Month project and you want to know who else is going to be featured. You’re following, right? I mean, sure you get the tweets from Rumpus Poetry and The Rumpus, and you regularly check the Rumpus and Rumpus Poetry Facebook pages, but what you really want, what you yearn for, is a link list of this month’s poems, updated daily.

I’ve got what you need. …more

We decide when National Poetry Month is over.

A Double Sestina on Happiness

Part 1:

I should never be happy, the Samsung Chairman’s eldest daughter Eunhee thought
as she picked up a capsleeved dress in Seoul’s only Marni boutique, and paid …more

Because thirty days just isn’t enough National Poetry Month for us.

Death is a Hysterical Dynasty

Tonight we shall read from my personal book of lamentations,
sit shiva in a room lit with those overly perfumed candles as thick
as the aluminum bat I used just last week to flip away the possum
carcass I’d found collapsed against the house. Forensics tell us …more

No tyrannical calendar will define National Poetry Month for us!

Carpal Seeple

I want to get Augustan
pass the mustard
make it matter make it …more

We’re never satisfied with the thirty days that April allots us for National Poetry Month, so we’re extending it a bit. Enjoy!

Zoo

Unbridled, the sick pony
traverses listlessly a circle. …more

We’re never satisfied with just the 30 days that April offers for National Poetry Month, so we’re keeping it going for a little while longer.

Machine Song

I Xerox what I need to keep
(a sheaf of papers, taxes, real estate),
everything that once was ours. …more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

From “Sungone Noon”

One raised
goats; …more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

A Children’s Story

One snowflake was a lantern, the other
a shellfish. They were unnatural enemies. …more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

Nine Out of Ten Dentists Agree I Am Not an Octopus

I think I am an octopus.
Nine out of ten dentists agree
that I am not an octopus. …more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

14 Fragments/10 Muses [Re:Sonnet #38]

We’re with James Baldwin in a lofty basement room, with a narrow strip of windows close to the ceiling revealing a moving stream of star-sky. There’s a loud high-pitched sound in the room. “Oh that?” James says. “That’s just the stars howling.” …more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

Letter To Be Wrapped Around a 12-Inch Disc

—To Major Jackson, from Gadsden, Alabama

Here it is, first disc I remember

        pulling from the bin—jacket
white, label a dish of radio waves,
                the way I wished …more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

All Is Love

Sorry. I’m wrong. Everyone lives alone. All
is not love. All is whatever happens next,
and whatever happens next, of course, happens
in due course, its course, not yours. But all is love, …more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

While John Berryman Drives In His Orange Chevrolet Through A Minnesota Rainstorm
To Lecture On Don Quixote, Sylvia Plath Paints The Beehives of Court Green

While John Berryman drives in his orange Chevrolet through a Minnesota rainstorm
to lecture on Don Quixote, Sylvia Plath paints the beehives of Court Green,
stroking one stern white coat after another on the hive, …more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

Terra Incognita

Counting scars of gum on the stairs down
from the Dome I briefly felt joy

even though I’d just read, in the World or Times,
that some of my fellow citizens …more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

Mnemosyne to the Poet

For you, memory is but
an oil lamp to snuff, left to
smoke. Diademed by earth’s
velvet mantle. So easy

for you to ignore: hadal
press of sea, the open
vein’s tasseled plumes,
how they wheel

like a maelstrom up & down.
My sight spills through
waves of old, blown
glass. I am not permitted

to turn, pillow to cheek,
& wait for sleep to find me.
Am not permitted
to learn how not to look.

-Rebecca Dunham

If you like what the Rumpus is doing for National Poetry Month, you’ll probably like this multimedia anthology of original poems we’ve run at The Rumpus over the last three years. Available only for iPad. Check it out!

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

The Story Gets Away From Him

Billy Collins
is dining with friends. …more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

Mirror

All day I had been photographing boats.
A study in angles: light on water, …more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

Skin Like Brick Dust

In bed, your back curved
to answer the heat of my holding …more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

Big Legs on the Bus

How old could you be
And still popping your collar? …more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

Alternate Ending: My Grandmother As Gretel

“Hansel and Gretel is the saddest story;
it’s the one where hunger comes first.
~ Frederick Busch

…more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

between the wolf and the dog

a freight train splits the difference
between dark and not-yet-light:
inter lupum et canem: enter smoke
in shreds: the wolf sniffs out a glowing
hub of ash: finds the scent of the man
who built the fire: between flame
and smolder: pelage and fur: enter
a night in single digits: enter the outlaw
and a pack of shadows takes him: in:
between fang and tooth: ember and smudge:
exit the galaxy: its nest: oh: enter
that egg: the star that blinds him:

-Davis McCombs

If you like what the Rumpus is doing for National Poetry Month, you’ll probably like this multimedia anthology of original poems we’ve run at The Rumpus over the last three years. Check it out!

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

15 minutes

the beaming sun
sun
out there …more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

Semi-Aubade

When I wake in the morning,
my mind is black. …more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

On Style

Henri Matisse died of a heart attack
staring at the open-mouthed
windows facing the alpenglow …more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

I May Have Made Something Up

They’re put in a pot, a way of praying.
I forget—does the pot have a name? What-
ever: this light, this book, the thick red this
menstrual blood—you see the care. You first see

just the head in a circle. The image
starts growing. It was impossible to
think of it—its real self. “This” is simply
a code word, the letters indistinct. This

issue came up of the object. I can’t
decipher: sacramental souvenir?
a circle? an adornment? the music
of the revolution? the dream option?

It’s a part of the image: the woman
as house, bakery, clock. When it stopped (but
how many days were counted by it), she
says, “You can bring it to life again,” and

the minute finger moved when I picked it
up. I swear. I couldn’t protect myself
with this miraculous skill. I wanted
to get help. A mother needs that. Do you

know that you were born?

-Jennifer Perrine

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

Ghost Keep Us Moving, Stella Said, Think
About a Field at Night, How You’re Aways

surrounded by night-spit
            stars-— tips of water-

                        moccasin fangs, always feeling …more

Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

Do You? …more