Poetry
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Gabriela Mayes
Gabriela Mayes is a Brazilian writer whose work spans poetry, nonfiction, and cultural criticism. Her recent writing appears or is forthcoming in The Westchester Review, Shelf Magazine, and Chiricú Journal. She directs graduate initiatives that bridge the academic and public…
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Annie Kantar
Annie Kantar is the author of Means to Be Lucky (Poets & Traitors Press), and translator of the Book of Job, commissioned by Koren Publishers, and of Leah Goldberg’s collection of poems, With This Night (University of Texas Press), which…
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Hana Widerman
Born to a Japanese mother and an American father, Hana Widerman is a poet originally from California. She graduated from Princeton University with a degree in English and Creative Writing and is currently a lecturer at Cornell University, where she…
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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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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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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,
