We Are More: Two Poems by Nur Turkmani
Some afternoons are soft / this way. We miss them as they are happening. / How did we begin to cry?
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by P. Scott Cunningham
I love to yuck a yum, if it can be done safely / and in communion with someone I love.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Hayun Cho
My task is to open the small Styrofoam containers / of rice, to make sure the woman next to me / can reach what her appetite longs for.
Preparing for Flight: Yaccaira Salvatierra’s Sons of Salt
Salvatierra’s poems embody the spirit of reclamation, reminding us to ask the wind and water to carry us, to remember our potential for flight.
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
We Are More: Three Poems by Marlin M. Jenkins
Because sometimes the gravity / of care is too strong for you to walk.
Slant Panes of Light: Emilie Menzel’s The Girl Who Became a Rabbit
Meaning is fleeting. Meaning is self-made.