David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: Boston Stands in a Sahara of Blood
“The old South Boston Aquarium stands / in a Sahara of snow now,” begins Robert Lowell’s masterpiece, “For the Union Dead,” a poem about race and class in Boston. To…
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National Poetry Month Day 17: “Brandon Bryant: MQ-1 Predator Sensor Operator” by Jill McDonough
Brandon Bryant: MQ-1 Predator Sensor Operator He lives in Montana now. Talks to German magazines, plus Canadian radio shows. He coaches soccer, still has to tell us everything. How it…
Incarnadine by Mary Szybist
Kent Shaw reviews Mary Szybist's Incarnadine today in Rumpus Poetry.
National Poetry Month Day 16: “Darth Vader, King Laios (Fill Out Their Applications as, Across the Lobby, Genghis Khan’s “Cat’s in the Cradle” Ringtone Plays): Fathers of the Year” by Douglas Kearney
Darth Vader, King Laios (Fill Out Their Applications as, Across the Lobby, Genghis Khan’s “Cat’s in the Cradle” Ringtone Plays): Fathers of the Year
National Poetry Month Day 15: “The Plagiarist” by Nicky Beer
The Plagiarist I only steal from the ones you’ve never heard of,
National Poetry Month Day 14: “Sober Lullaby” by Matthew Henriksen
Sober Lullaby Oak tree in time this story makes no recognition A photo will not distance music caught in a wind That entered the room where the child slept
National Poetry Month Day 13: “Ghosts” by Brachah Goykadosh
Ghosts Ghosts who I loved wandering through the glass doors and the turnstiles without seeing me walking swiftly behind them.
It’s No Good by Kirill Medvedev
David Peak reviews Kirill Medvedev's It's No Good today in Rumpus Poetry.
Uncanny Valley by Jon Woodward
Andrew Field reviews Jon Woodward's Uncanny Valley today in Rumpus Poetry.
National Poetry Month Day 11: “Billy Divine” by Adam McGovern
Billy Divine The American Primeval is not the green garden we think we’ve lost it’s stark white cloudless sky above a cinder-gray shack
David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: Politics and Post-Modernism?
No one can know for sure what literary historians will make of it, least of all me as I pound out an editorial about poetry every week. But if I…