Poetry
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Cooper Dart
for samson, his sky the way I’d show up and leave into night and he’d still be out with that orange bikethe carburetor pried open a can of cleaner in the gravel. I told him it was goingto work this time— summer was working,…
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Poems by Shira Erlichman
First Week in Her Bed 1The miracle was that no one was home. I could let the sounds out. The sounds entered through her neck & came out of my mouth. My thighs adagioed. I went 2everywhere she took me. The silence…
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A Donne for Our Times: on Deed by torrin a. greathouse
Worlds cannot be built from scratch, though, and many of greathouse’s poems find building blocks in existing works. These uses go beyond mere reference and reveal new resonances in even the most familiar sources
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Megan Pinto
The Doe Because of the rain, the meadowis empty. How quickly the trainvanishes this view. I press my ear to blank paper, hopingto hear you, waiting for a break in the rain. My mother counseled me to pray MaryMother of…
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Brian Gyamfi
Soon after the rain, no sound is heard. / No fluttering of wings. / Just a silent house in a city / and father, haunted with visions / of barely and fire.
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Contrast, Rumination, and Metamorphosis: Diannely Antigua’s Good Monster
As in her debut, Antigua heads off any feelings of confessional monotony by mixing her diary poems with an elegant variety of lesser confessional, more expositional poems.
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Katherine Tunning
Thoughts well up like that sometimes. / Brief pleasure in watching them blossom, / cutting them off. Today is slow. / I expect tomorrow will be also.
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Sacred Mire and the Cutting Edge of Anti-: Tawahum Bige’s Cut to Fortress
Bige as an in-your-face activist-poet resists the colonizer through a poetry they themselves appropriate and transform mainly via language play and voice into an indigenous poetry of personal redemption.
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National Poetry Month: Hala Alyan
Patron saint of lost things: / napkin poem and thirty bucks and / I think her name started with M.
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National Poetry Month: Ansel Elkins
we wanted the dreams / but didn’t want the dandelions / growing wild with delighted bees,
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National Poetry Month: Julian Talamantez Brolaski
you just gotta know / when to toss them the meat / ‘try’ implies there is some latitude / in the outcome
