National Poetry Month Day 6: “The First Kiss” by Carmen Giménez Smith
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 First Kiss the first…
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J.B. Rabin is a writer of essays, literary criticism, and creative nonfiction. Her work has appeared in publications including Harvard Review, Nerve, Bitch, and Natural Home.
National Poetry Month Day 5: “Zahrada” by Fady Joudah
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. Záhrada From the Moorish synagogue…
National Poetry Month Day 4: “The Last Meal of the Iceman” by T.R. Hummer
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 Last Meal of the…
National Poetry Month Day 3: “Cousins” by Jonterri Gadson
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. Cousins On the rock slide…
National Poetry Month Day 2: “At the Book Shrink” by Brenda Shaughnessy
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. At the Book Shrink one…
National Poetry Month at The Rumpus
This is the fourth time we at The Rumpus have celebrated National Poetry Month by running a new, original poem by a different poet every day of April (and sometimes…
“How clearly you can see some nights,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Katie Chaple
How clearly you can see some nights So many stars like salt crystals scattered on a tablecloth, the seeming blankness of space,
“Winter Lottery,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Michael McGriff
Winter Lottery In the gray, frozen months, the pack rats moved into the garage and ruined everything.
“That Old Desire,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Meghan O’Rourke
That Old Desire Was a fire licking and hot, a red fur with blue trim, like an Elizabethan ruff, if a ruff could be made
“into a film,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Ryan Eckes
a wonderful thing about philadelphia is / it’s not new york city
“The Mathematician,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Carl Adamshick
The Mathematician She’s taken to sleeping late. Only recently have I come to stare on her as phenomenon.
“In the Pink,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Maureen Thorson
In the Pink I walk the beach by the Tickle Inn and I know that breakups suck.