Poetry
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The Last Poem I Loved: Richard Siken’s “Scheherazade”
Tell me, Richard, that I, too, will never get used to this.
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National Poetry Month Day 29: “City of Eternal Spring” by Afaa M. Weaver
City of Eternal Spring My mind rises up as the silos of interchanges, streams, passages of myself in floating layers so nothing can connect, and I dream emptiness on ships sailing to new places for new names, this ship my…
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National Poetry Month Day 28: from “Bombyonder” by Reb Livingston
from Bombyonder Without an imaginary world, without a proper backpack, without my little pink orb, without an old tablet’s commandments, without a hair dryer, empty hands, empty birdcage obscured by a crate of empties. Left without a predictable choice, without…
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National Poetry Month Day 27: “Prodigal Electrons Return to Shine” by Matthew Zapruder
Prodigal Electrons Return to Shine is the name of the movie she wants to see, the first the daughter of a famous director whose plots to her always seemed designed for others with more sophisticated problems made, about a man…
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National Poetry Month Day 26: “Everything Twice” by Rae Gouirand
Everything Twice Pinkened quince with potatoes, cold for breakfast. Stones by the door I’ve pocketed the last year. Too bright today to see the road. One blue for the sky, one for the hills, no shadows. The spoons and how…
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The Poetry of Derek Walcott 1948-2013 by Derek Walcott
Barbara Berman reviews The Poetry of Derek Walcott 1948-2013 today in Rumpus Poetry.
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National Poetry Month Day 25: “Rogue Benediction” by Wendy C. Ortiz
Rogue Benediction And we entered the Valley of the Rogue. And we slowed to a crawl. The night’s envelope sealed us in. After several hours, cars deep on the interstate, we resigned ourselves: this first night would be the gateway,…
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National Poetry Month Day 24: “After Aftermath” by Cate Marvin
After Aftermath Orphaned boys plus my mean calculations. Orphan boys plus desire equals their long bodies. How they sucked summer-long water off a garden hose from beside the trailers. Their mean mothers weary of them sharing rooms in mental hospitals:…
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National Poetry Month Day 23: “Embers of Smoldering Homes” by Sean Singer
Embers of Smoldering Homes It is a major war from a manufacturing plant near Ciudad Juárez, a concrete dust smell from the maquiladoras cools. There is a pool of liquid forming on the stone floor. When Érika Gándara, the only…
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Large White House Speaking by Mark Irwin
Alexis Orgera reviews Mark Irwin’s Large White House Speaking today in Rumpus Poetry.
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David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: The Poet’s Journey Chapter 2
Every time you write a poem, you’re learning to become a poet once again. Your writing imitates not the banal sequence from life to death, but instead imitates a descent into and out of a new womb of clarity.
