National Poetry Month: Brandon Som
The / hibiscus out my window now blooms the bright / tongue & lips of the Rolling Stones car-freshener / hanging from the rearview mirror of my tío’s / Chevy.
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National Poetry Month: Hayan Charara
And the numbers—the numbers / I see every morning—not birds / but people! people!—
National Poetry Month: Patrick Rosal
I am listening to the gone / I am listening to the going / even when not / speaking or singing
National Poetry Month: Catherine Bowman
Our table / more unearthed / than built by an ox / of an earthy man // that speaks in a dialect
National Poetry Month: Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
Have you dressed for the mirror today
Have you draped the darkening glass in gauze
National Poetry Month: Kieron Walquist
I never thought I’d live to see / us out of the house, on our own.
National Poetry Month: Sadie Dupuis
I did this. Took my own photo, / painted over my eyes, listened / closer.
National Poetry Month: Roger Reeves
Listen—the owl again in the branches above us / Giving up his position despite the war.
National Poetry Month: Naomi Shihab Nye
If someone says something ugly / we don’t have to say it too. We say No.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Fady Joudah
The bees would not miss us if the entire neighborhood went missing. / The reverse isn’t true. The mind goes to self // as the self comes to mind. / The mind tells the self, I made you, / and the self asks, who gave you that idea?
Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by J Brooke
I drew a house / I drew a house with a tire swing / I drew a house with a tire swing and deep green grass /
I drew a house with a tire swing and deep green grass and a little pond