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.
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Join NOW!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.
...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
...morehow many men have / passed through this room, through my lips?
...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.
...moreOn screen, I’m peering up a faintly lit staircase and all goes grainy.
...moreCelebrate National Poetry Month with new poems daily, featuring a variety of voices and perspectives in contemporary poetry.
...moreit’s dark there, and wet, and time is closing in
...moreyou wake up early / & do me no good.
...moreI miss space, when I’m not / reading about it
...moreThe story thrummed its bruise open and never stopped
...moreThe ancient sapien instinct: love is an approximation to danger.
...moreSculpture—a body tearing into a body.
...moreI guess we’ll never know // if God is for or against us.
...moreSo, earthquake as a god, // creatures as determined judges.
...moreso many miles just to slip / this skin. i won’t lie. i sobbed.
...morethere came a night I thanked god // for reincarnation.
...moreHe wasn’t my father but someday would be someone’s.
...moreThe steam wallows out of the kettle and your book’s pages / turn themselves.
...moreWe / not a boat people / rather / water // undammed / a waiting hurricane
...moreOne day, I will cheat death & wake up // in the afterlife after dusk, breathing.
...morethe doctors – never warn you about the poem / between your legs.
...moreYou’ve done this before, you know. In so many bodies.
...moreMy mother’s words / explode volcanic vowels.
...moreBarrier becomes a name // for guarding ourselves.
...moreI am a swell that breaks / against the rigging, teeth that tear the tide
...moreI keep my distance. / I know it is a place for animals.
...moreThis is the site / of an infinite swallowing.
...moreWe are full / of the many ways bodies breach and trespass.
...moreYour chest a prism of painted horses. / Your lungs reservoirs for holy water rain.
...moreMaybe not humble but make me— / how about pious?
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