Posts Tagged: Rumpus Original Poetry

Sunday Rumpus Poetry: Three Poems by Amy Strauss Friedman


I thought that hearts were meant to function as uteri, / to grow linings that bleed clotty when life won’t adhere, / to stall like rusty engines in barren winters, / unprepared for the seasonal shift. ...more

National Poetry Month Day 8: “The American Dream Visits While I Clean” by Julie Brooks Barbour


The American Dream Visits While I Clean

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It wasn’t part of me, only something I listened to,
like radio music or dialogue on the evening news.