Poetry
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Uncanny Valley by Jon Woodward
Andrew Field reviews Jon Woodward’s Uncanny Valley today in Rumpus Poetry.
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National Poetry Month Day 11: “Billy Divine” by Adam McGovern
Billy Divine The American Primeval is not the green garden we think we’ve lost it’s stark white cloudless sky above a cinder-gray shack
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David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: Politics and Post-Modernism?
No one can know for sure what literary historians will make of it, least of all me as I pound out an editorial about poetry every week. But if I were a betting man, I would wager that the most…
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National Poetry Month Day 10: “Seven Confessions: A Chapbook” by Julie Sheehan
Seven Confessions: A Chapbook
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Song and Error by Averill Curdy
Maya Popa reviews Averill Curdy’s Song and Error today in Rumpus Poetry.
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Post Black? 5 Poems and 3 Notes on Culture, Craft and Race
The following piece was presented as “5 Poems and 3 Notes” in the panel “Post Black? Culture, Craft, and Race in Verse” at the 2013 AWP Conference in Boston, Massachusetts.
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National Poetry Month Day 9: “Stone Cold Jane” by Cornelius Eady
“Stone Cold Jane” is one of the tracks from Cornelius Eady’s new chapbook from Kattywompus Press, Book of Hooks. I say tracks because these are as much songs as poems. “Stone Cold Jane” appears with the kind permission of Kattywompus…
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National Poetry Month Day 8: “The American Dream Visits While I Clean” by Julie Brooks Barbour
The American Dream Visits While I Clean It wasn’t part of me, only something I listened to, like radio music or dialogue on the evening news. I was cleaning the bathroom. I thought of nothing, really, while I watched my…
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National Poetry Month Day 7: “Cafe Space” by James Hoch
Café Space Here comes backwash from apocalypse gamey as last night’s monastery potluck. Did you have the goat bleating from the roof of a floating house, its song as old as warning?
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National Poetry Month Day 6: “Swim Lesson No. 3” by Wendy Willis
Swim Lesson No. 3 Syracuse, New York June 2012 I can’t find my bearings in this landlocked country, riverless and briny. Not waterless exactly but curveless and motionless, a chlorophyll kingdom. A viney
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abu ghraib arias by Phil Metres
Virginia Konchan reviews Phil Metres’ abu ghraib arias today in Rumpus Poetry.
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National Poetry Month Day 5: “Tar Baby” by Amaud Jamaul Johnson
Tar Baby Given that Tartarus stands undisputed As the very bottom of Hell, where even The bones of the damned are scattered By Hector’s dogs and the Gorgons weep Blood into its veined marble floor, Then maybe our mascot is…