Poetry
-

National Poetry Month Day 16: “Post-Apocalypse (With HGTV Magazine)” by Jeannine Hall Gailey
Post-Apocalypse (with HGTV Magazine)
-

National Poetry Month Day 15: “All the Unemployed Artists I Know Have iPhones” by Daniel Khalastchi
All the Unemployed Artists I Know Have iPhones: We walked to the sea with a bucket and a hand rake. We dug out our kidneys, put them in the bucket, then waited for rain you said the weatherman promised. On…
-

Many Small Fires by Charlotte Pence
Jessie Carty reviews Charlotte Pence’s Many Small Fires today in Rumpus Poetry.
-

“Who You Are”: On Anne Carson’s Short Talks and Reprint Editions
Reprints are lost gems. A gorgeous semi-precious stone perhaps in an antiquated or garish setting. A ring at the flea market that sparkles and shines, waiting for someone to repackage it, offer it with a proposal, wear it anew.
-

National Poetry Month Day 14: “Matthew 5:4” by Ruben Quesada
Matthew 5:4 Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Take me. Take this. My wasted life and all its bliss—the sea of your waking body
-

National Poetry Month Day 13: “Coupling” by Kelli Russell Agodon
Coupling When I said, I don’t remember, what I meant was I wasn’t paying attention, or Quiet, I’m reading. Similar to when I said, We should clean the living room, what I meant was, Get your crap off the couch
-

National Poetry Month Day 12: “Sestina After a Miscarriage” by Daniel Priest
Sestina After a Miscarriage -For WV After that long loss they stumble home with an empty locket and box of ashes, stand crying on each other in the kitchen, spill half the box into her hands and out across the…
-

Immigrant Model by Mihaela Moscaliuc
Eric Farwell reviews Mihaela Moscaliuc’s Immigrant Model today in Rumpus Poetry.
-

National Poetry Month Day 10: “One Last Thing I Must Tell You About America” by Kyle McCord
One Last Thing I Must Tell You About America When spring comes at last it rains white petals.
-

National Poetry Month Day 9: “We Came Because the Romans Came, Joseph” by Dena Rash Guzman
We Come Because the Romans Came, Joseph You are a scene, an obscene staggering, your legion balls cold & wanting a beach or bayou, a hot place
