Red Mavis by Merrill Gilfillan
Patrick James Dunagan reviews Merrill Gilfillan's Red Mavis today in Rumpus Poetry.
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National Poetry Month Day 11: “The History of Asterisks” by Elisa Gabbert and Kathleen Rooney
The History of Asterisks It is midnight under the sky’s dome ceiling. The moon speaks, saying nothing of consequence. John Wayne is from Iowa, so we hitchhiked West and I…
The Saints of Streets by Luisa Igloria
Christian Anton Gerard reviews (in epistolary form) Luisa Igloria's The Saints of Streets today in Rumpus Poetry.
National Poetry Month Day 10: “11 February 2004 / Buffalo” by Jessica Smith
11 February 2004 / Buffalo –Jessica Smith
The Rumpus Late Nite Poetry Show: Nick Lantz
For our first episode of The Rumpus Late Nite Poetry Show, Dave Roderick sits down with poet and playwright Nick Lantz to talk about his latest collection, How To Dance as the Roof Caves In, found poems, self-help manuals, and titles as points of departure.
National Poetry Month Day 9: “Prophecy: After the Dam” by Camille Dungy
Prophecy: After the Dam the floodplains do bloom_____ the horsetail die+++++ the wheatits thousand thousand eyes eyeing a fat future _____nods and nods never fearing the peasants plant potatoes plant turnips___ radish and carrot even…
A Conjoined Book by Karla Kelsey
Kent Shaw reviews Karla Kelsey's A Conjoined Book today in Rumpus Poetry.
David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: The Poet’s Journey: Chapter I
Poetry Wire continues its exploration of how one might become a poet in the modern world, how one traverses between the creative realm and daily experience.
National Poetry Month Day 7: “Such Unfortunates” by Sophie Klahr
Such Unfortunates It doesn’t get better, it gets different. Ask God, Clean House, Help Others. Try taking a trip, not taking a trip, swearing off forever— with and without solemn…
National Poetry Month Day 6: “The Early Minutes of Without” by Michael Klein
The Early Minutes of Without You thought you were spared falling in love with another drunk now that you were sober and could feel the ordinary grain that ran through…
WANTED: DEATH LAMENT
the dog born March 30th who I will find 6 months from now to know what it’s like to hurl myself down the mountain for the wind to blow right…