National Poetry Month Day 27: Shane McCrae
Banjo Yes Plucks an Apple from a Tree in a Park -For Tamir Rice I hold an apple in my hand on set It is or ain’t…
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Widening Income Inequality by Frederick Seidel
Barbara Berman reviews Frederick Seidel's Widening Income Inequality today in Rumpus Poetry.
National Poetry Month Day 26: Beth Bachmann
nectarine & leather (riot) we said they’d never miss it our skin is twisted as harvest & smells like summer all day I hungered outside for something that is not…
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Tess Taylor
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Tess Taylor about her new collection Work & Days, manual labor, and the lyric possibilities in small fields.
National Poetry Month Day 25: Randall Mann
Letters from Satilla Diann Blakely, 1957-2014 1. Have you read Andrew Hudgins’ After the Lost War or even Sidney Lanier’s “The Marshes of Glynn”?
National Poetry Month Day 24: Tyehimba Jess
Sissieretta Jones, Carnegie Hall, 1902: O patria mia. Aida, buried in the darkness of her fate. Aida, singing in the tomb of her lover. Her lover a notion pale as…
landscape/heartbreak by Michelle Peñaloza
Donna Spruijt-Metz reviews Michelle Peñaloza's landscape/heartbreak today in Rumpus Poetry.
National Poetry Month Day 23: Valerie Wetlaufer
Method The tea must be left on the counter, or she won’t remember where it is in the morning. There must be milk
Dead Man’s Float by Jim Harrison
Denise K James reviews Jim Harrison's Dead Man's Float today in Rumpus Poetry.
National Poetry Month Day 22: Hayan Charara
The Problem with Me (Beginning with Abu Ghraib) Is the Problem with You (Ending Where the Earth’s Surface Appears to Meet the Sky) A dog outside is barking loudly. Inside,…
Douse, Rattle, and Roll
There’s a treasure trove of poetry recommendations at Tin House’s Open Bar. Jessica Lakritz’s Sex on Sundaze is alive: she writes her lines on human bodies. One Tin House staff member declares,…
National Poetry Month Day 21: Gabrielle Calvocoressi
Four Long Years At Court I really miss the forest. And how I used to hide there with the Queen. I miss how we used to dance and how we’d…