Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by P.E. Garcia
call me to the house / of the unheard // take the kudzu of whispers / from the windows & say each name
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Shaindel Beers
My son is obsessed with the science of life / and death. His six-year-old brain is sure / he can live forever if he asks the right / questions.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Christine No
So you haven’t made the / Short drive home / Scared of what other silence she’s / Tucked in the lines on her forehead, / Gathered around her mouth
Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Michael Bazzett
Nothing’s more delicious than licking the salty // fat from your enemies’ bones. Tastes a bit like / chicken.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Rachel McKibbens
I cut off my nose, / her nose collapses. / Chop down my hair & / hers shrieks from the sink. / How many poems do I / have to write ‘til she / gets dead, how many / live-wire syllables?
Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by Hala Alyan
Nothing’s Freudian anymore. A cigar’s a cigar. I want to love something. / I want to love something without having to apologize for it. Please don’t tell.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by Elizabeth Schmuhl
I am the storm in my front porch and I am moving, / a threat to this home and everything in it.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Dean Rader
Let’s admit it: we have all been vacillating between hindrance and drawback, / but that doesn’t mean our languor is our own.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Frank X Walker
But I am not trading in fear. / I am only afraid / that they have been in captivity / so long they won't recognize my scent.
Rumpus Original Poetry: “PatRIOT” by Xavier Cavazos
When all gods are dead & Allah means the same as Christ on the Cross / & Christ on the Cross means the same as detonation—
Rumpus Original Poetry: “Mewl” by Sarah Lyn Rogers
Still, something tells me God’s chosen // weren’t hate-mongering gropers (or worse). Just a hunch. A woman’s / intuition.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Eileen G’Sell
At best, life is hard. / At worst, life is easy. / I believe it is true. / I would like to believe / I believe it is true.