From the Archives: Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Luther Hughes
About storms, truly, what did I know?
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Janan Alexandra
2. In literary Arabic, kaph is used as a prefix to mean like or as or as though / 3. If kaph is a hand that means like or as or as though, then kaph is a simile / 4. Simile is a hand touching two places at once, a hand bringing together / two far away things, making a transfer (metaphor)
Rumpus Original Poetry: 3 Poems by Katie Farris
Why bother closing a door / when everyone demands it open?
From the Archive: The Rumpus Inaugural Poems: Eve L. Ewing
Each day from January 7 to January 20, Rumpus Original Poems will feature poetry written in response to the coming presidential inauguration. Today’s poems are from Eve L. Ewing.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Rooja Mohassessy
My love, I signed / what papers they put before me. / The next morning a breeze / swept in across the bar. I watched it lean / the white sails toward starboard / and lift your heavy ashes / into the air.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Sean Cho A.
sun bears are the smallest bear species / the 2nd smallest bear species is / not the moon bear although they are / relatively small when compared / to other bears such as polar bears
From the Archive: Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Morgan Parker
I am only as lonely / as anybody else, I say / at lunch downtown, examining / my worth.
From the Archive: Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by sam sax
how many men have / passed through this room, through my lips?
RUMPUS POETRY BOOK CLUB EXCERPT: A FAVORITE ROOM BY CHEN CHEN
An excerpt from The Rumpus Poetry Book Club‘s September selection, Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced An Emergency by Chen Chen forthcoming from BOA Editions on September 13, 2022 Subscribe by…
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Frederick Speers
suddenly / we & our dream / of humanity are / all the rage / a star or what / passes / for one
From the Archive: Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by Maggie Smith
What do we do? We birth the new citizens / & answer their bodies with our bodies. // We rock the new citizens to sleep. / We clothe them with skin & stamp // their passports with milk.