the invention / of the speed of bamboo scrambles in the hands of the young
/ determined / to serve the elders that fed them first
Poetry
Meeting Jibreel
“Meeting Jibreel” is the honourable mention for Room’s Poetry Contest 2020, as selected by judge Canisia Lubrin. In my Quranic primer of short, & long, verses I scrawled in the margins with metallic ink. I learned the name of an angel, as my body Shaped a conduit...
Poetry Contest 2020: The Shortlist
Ten writers have made our 2020 Poetry Contest Shortlist.
Poetry Contest 2020: The Longlist
Here they are: the sixteen longlisted poems from our 2020 Poetry Contest!
Lorna Goodison: Four Poems
Whale Dreams I Wet basalt back of whale passing one hundred feet from the deck, makes me call you to run come from front gate to the sea side to watch this great token made manifest in the glassy March sea. I kneel down on these rocks astonished at the sight of...
Galaxies
Galaxies After Plath’s “Lady Lazarus” Ladies and gentlemen, please. Thank you, thank you—yes, the magic tonight was real. The trick, this time, is mine. No magician can saw me in half—without bunny or top hat or spell cast, I have simply vanished. Call me the first...
The Fatigue (Issue 43.2 Sneak Peek Content)
To celebrate the publication of issue 43.2 Devour, Room would like to share a poem from one of our issue contributors, Eli Tareq El Bechelany-Lynch. You can read "The Fatigue" in print, as well as two more of Eli's brilliant poems, by ordering the issue online. The...
Dead spider frozen in ice are you dead.
“Dead spider frozen in ice are you dead.” is the honourable mention for Room’s Poetry Contest 2019 as selected by judge Pamela Mordecai. Dead spider frozen in ice are you dead. If I melt you will you wake up again and give us all polio. Is polio even that bad. You are...
the seven sacred ways of healing
/let it out/ they tear through my rawing throat, saliva & blood bubbling out /let it out/ they tear through my rawing throat, saliva & blood bubbling out wild prairie fire cacophony. /don’t ask why/ /let it out/ her hand presses deep into my chest, pinpointed...
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In memoriam Tennyson said Nine years of things about his friend Who’d died. He brought him back by slow Degrees, from sunsets, wind in the trees, In memoriam Tennyson said Nine years of things about his friend Who’d died. He brought him back by slow Degrees, from...
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