poetry
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National Poetry Month Day 25: “Poem For Her In Time” by Christian Anton Gerard
Poem For Her In Time –After Her and Wallace Stevens I. Thirteen days. This morning I counted, read Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
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National Poetry Month Day 24: “Imagénes” by Juan Sánchez Peláez, translated by Guillermo Parra
Imágenes I Tú, que asímismo en la copa de tu verbo desbordas el líquido. Yo, que despeño tu grito
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Red Deer by Anne Marie Macari
Dana Johnson reviews Anne Marie Macari’s Red Deer today in Rumpus Poetry.
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National Poetry Month Day 23: “Pre-Need” by Stacey Lynn Brown
Pre-Need In the same cemetery where Uncle Remus lies, my father’s crypt awaits, his mother,
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National Poetry Month Day 22: “The Limit” by Adam McGovern
The Limit “I don’t see them,” I saidwhen my mom told me men were landing on the moonbut I wasn’t surprised they were, and why would I be,I was expecting themat that age, in that era when you had no…
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Splitting an Order by Ted Kooser
James Crews reviews Ted Kooser’s Splitting an Order today in Rumpus Poetry.
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National Poetry Month Day 20: “Conflict Tourism” by Erika Meitner
Conflict Tourism Belfast, NI People here think my accent is charming because America is young. Today at the Friday bakery
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National Poetry Month Day 19: 3 Poems by Amy Newman
While John Berryman Crosses The Washington Avenue Bridge 6 January 1972 While John Berryman crosses the Washington Avenue Bridge,
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The Heart Is Strange: New Selected Poems by John Berryman
Patrick James Dunagan reviews The Heart is Strange: New Selected Poems by John Berryman and John Berryman’s Public Vision: Relocating the Scene of Disorder by Philip Coleman today in Rumpus Poetry.
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The Sunday Rumpus Interview: Jill Alexander Essbaum
Celebrated poet Jill Alexander Essbaum talks about her best-selling novel Hausfrau, a dark, sex-drenched tale about sadness and the consequences of turning away when consciousness calls.
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National Poetry Month Day 18: “Instantaneous Letter Writer” by Sandra Beasley
Instantaneous Letter Writer After the others go to bed, my lamp the only light for six miles,