Pinning myself like a butterfly onto the page: A Conversation with Kimberly Nguyen
I imagined myself as a lone satellite floating in outer space trying to reach earth.
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Join NOW!I imagined myself as a lone satellite floating in outer space trying to reach earth.
...more. . . language is duplicitous. To be broken is perhaps to be part of a process (or a metaphor for life), where to bend (and survive) also leads to being broken. In this context, the word “broken” in “Reverse Engineer” might well point to a hard-won success.
...moreI want to leave the party through the window and find my uncle standing on a piece of iron shaped into visible desperation, which must also be (how can it not?) the beginning of visible hope.
...moreI’m getting too close to the poems, but Tierney’s collection demands a closeness.
...moreEach 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.
...moreWhat’s the difference between sports bras and regular bras?—
What’s the difference between Jesus and God?
As I say to myself, living under the reality of this new, second cancer, I am rich in minutes. Maybe not in years, or, who knows, even months. But minutes, yes. So, I try not to squander them.
...moresun 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
...moreAn excerpt from The Rumpus Poetry Book Club’s November selection, The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On by Franny Choi
...moreAn excerpt from The Rumpus Poetry Book Club‘s October selection, American Treasure by Jill McDonough forthcoming from Alice James Books on November 8, 2022 Subscribe by September 15 to the Poetry Book Club to receive this title and an invitation to an exclusive conversation with the author via Crowdcast Jealous of Children Not jealous of […]
...moreSometimes a poem is a rock, and sometimes rocks turn into flowers. And no matter how many poems I write about aloha and decolonial futures, they may still try to kill me
...moreI am only as lonely / as anybody else, I say / at lunch downtown, examining / my worth.
...morehow many men have / passed through this room, through my lips?
...moreThroughout the collection New York City reflects a unique landscape of loss, a space as full of grief as it is of everyday life, scientific facts, memory, motherhood, healing, love, and hope.
...moreAn 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 August 15 to the Book Club to receive this title and an invitation to an exclusive conversation with the author via Crowdcast A Favorite […]
...moreWhat 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.
...moreWhat did you hope to build in the / New country?
...moreIs it ridiculous to say don’t give up? Because I mean it.
...more. . . there’s some vital aspect to a person even the approach of oblivion can’t erase.
...more“I was glad at least to have heard it.”
...moreThey look / for a lash that isn’t there, even them that never felt it. / It’s in their shoulders. / The lash lives in their shoulders.
...morePoetry by Danez Smith for Poem-a-Day
...moreMasculinity isn’t a thing. It is an absence, an excavation. Men are raised in the erase of all that is tender and good and loving until for many of us, all that is left is an unfocused rage.
...moreIf you really must know, the main difference / between fame and infamy is the number of / mornings / you wake up alone.
...moreEach day from January 7 to January 20, Rumpus Original Poems will feature poetry written in response to the coming presidential inauguration. Today’s poem is from Kaveh Akbar.
...moreHow do we face the world and also love the world? That’s one of the questions of my life, maybe.
...more& yes, my family did raise me right. Yes, / they cleaned their bones & cracked them clean / open to suck. Would fight over cartilage & knuckle/Sip the marrow’s nectar from urn. .
...moreOn screen, I’m peering up a faintly lit staircase and all goes grainy.
...moreYou might gasp. You might gasp and your heart slips out. You whisper and let red willows drift toward the river.
...moreIf I am audacious enough to imagine [my] reader, then I imagine this is a person who has never had the option to look away.
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