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Rise Up Review is a landing site for the language of opposition.
Poems on Rise Up are meant to be disseminated like little manifestos. Personal essays we publish bear witness to the effects of policy.
Poems on Rise Up are meant to be disseminated like little manifestos. Personal essays we publish bear witness to the effects of policy.
Taking it Into the Light by Andrena Zawinski
We marched past the theatre marquis on Liberty Avenue in Pittsburgh. The stalker horror film, “He Knows You’re Alone,” was playing at one where we stopped and chanted: “We are together. We are not alone!”
Read it all: riseupreview.org/andrena-zawinski-1
We marched past the theatre marquis on Liberty Avenue in Pittsburgh. The stalker horror film, “He Knows You’re Alone,” was playing at one where we stopped and chanted: “We are together. We are not alone!”
Read it all: riseupreview.org/andrena-zawinski-1
June 2, 2025 at 3:32 PM
Taking it Into the Light by Andrena Zawinski
We marched past the theatre marquis on Liberty Avenue in Pittsburgh. The stalker horror film, “He Knows You’re Alone,” was playing at one where we stopped and chanted: “We are together. We are not alone!”
Read it all: riseupreview.org/andrena-zawinski-1
We marched past the theatre marquis on Liberty Avenue in Pittsburgh. The stalker horror film, “He Knows You’re Alone,” was playing at one where we stopped and chanted: “We are together. We are not alone!”
Read it all: riseupreview.org/andrena-zawinski-1
Just a few days left to send us your poems and essays! Window closes on June 1st. riseupreview.submittable.com/submit
Rise Up Review Submission Manager
We're currently open for submissions and reading for our summer issue. Submissions will stay open until June 1st. Rise Up Review is a landing site for the poetry and prose of opposition. We feature pe...
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May 27, 2025 at 8:24 PM
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Common Milkweed by Brett Warren
—Genus Asclepias, named for the Greek god of medicine, healing, and rejuvenation
It was that other Election Day, the year
it seemed like hope might be restored.
I was on the porch, following the advice ...
Read the complete poem at riseupreview.org/brett-warren-1
—Genus Asclepias, named for the Greek god of medicine, healing, and rejuvenation
It was that other Election Day, the year
it seemed like hope might be restored.
I was on the porch, following the advice ...
Read the complete poem at riseupreview.org/brett-warren-1
May 22, 2025 at 5:34 PM
Common Milkweed by Brett Warren
—Genus Asclepias, named for the Greek god of medicine, healing, and rejuvenation
It was that other Election Day, the year
it seemed like hope might be restored.
I was on the porch, following the advice ...
Read the complete poem at riseupreview.org/brett-warren-1
—Genus Asclepias, named for the Greek god of medicine, healing, and rejuvenation
It was that other Election Day, the year
it seemed like hope might be restored.
I was on the porch, following the advice ...
Read the complete poem at riseupreview.org/brett-warren-1
No Kings by Timothy Tarkelly
He torched the trees
And hoped to singe the sky
Anything to starve the soil
Make it groan his name
---
Read the rest of the poem at riseupreview.org/timothy-tarkelly
He torched the trees
And hoped to singe the sky
Anything to starve the soil
Make it groan his name
---
Read the rest of the poem at riseupreview.org/timothy-tarkelly
May 15, 2025 at 4:04 PM
No Kings by Timothy Tarkelly
He torched the trees
And hoped to singe the sky
Anything to starve the soil
Make it groan his name
---
Read the rest of the poem at riseupreview.org/timothy-tarkelly
He torched the trees
And hoped to singe the sky
Anything to starve the soil
Make it groan his name
---
Read the rest of the poem at riseupreview.org/timothy-tarkelly
Warlocks of War by Rodrigo Toscano
No night
for warlocks
of war
And so
no dreams
no insight
Just glare...
Read the entire poem at riseupreview.org/rodrigo-toscano
No night
for warlocks
of war
And so
no dreams
no insight
Just glare...
Read the entire poem at riseupreview.org/rodrigo-toscano
May 12, 2025 at 6:12 PM
Warlocks of War by Rodrigo Toscano
No night
for warlocks
of war
And so
no dreams
no insight
Just glare...
Read the entire poem at riseupreview.org/rodrigo-toscano
No night
for warlocks
of war
And so
no dreams
no insight
Just glare...
Read the entire poem at riseupreview.org/rodrigo-toscano
Don't forget! We're open for submissions till June 1. Send us your poems and essays now: riseupreview.org/how-to-submit
May 6, 2025 at 4:37 PM
Don't forget! We're open for submissions till June 1. Send us your poems and essays now: riseupreview.org/how-to-submit
desire& by MK Zariel
—after "GREED" by Nora Hikari
i want to be reminded why i came out & i want to be negated by the undulating synaesthetic waves that pass as a coherent theory & i want to be perceived only by other voids & i want to watch...
Read this knockout poem: riseupreview.org/mk-zariel
—after "GREED" by Nora Hikari
i want to be reminded why i came out & i want to be negated by the undulating synaesthetic waves that pass as a coherent theory & i want to be perceived only by other voids & i want to watch...
Read this knockout poem: riseupreview.org/mk-zariel
May 2, 2025 at 3:02 PM
desire& by MK Zariel
—after "GREED" by Nora Hikari
i want to be reminded why i came out & i want to be negated by the undulating synaesthetic waves that pass as a coherent theory & i want to be perceived only by other voids & i want to watch...
Read this knockout poem: riseupreview.org/mk-zariel
—after "GREED" by Nora Hikari
i want to be reminded why i came out & i want to be negated by the undulating synaesthetic waves that pass as a coherent theory & i want to be perceived only by other voids & i want to watch...
Read this knockout poem: riseupreview.org/mk-zariel
American Forest by Ann Weil
The night class will not remember the lesson.
The girl in red lends a pencil to a boy. He thanks her,
takes notes, lets his mind wander to weekend plans.
The night class barely notices the door open...
Read the full poem at riseupreview.org/ann-weil
The night class will not remember the lesson.
The girl in red lends a pencil to a boy. He thanks her,
takes notes, lets his mind wander to weekend plans.
The night class barely notices the door open...
Read the full poem at riseupreview.org/ann-weil
April 30, 2025 at 5:09 PM
American Forest by Ann Weil
The night class will not remember the lesson.
The girl in red lends a pencil to a boy. He thanks her,
takes notes, lets his mind wander to weekend plans.
The night class barely notices the door open...
Read the full poem at riseupreview.org/ann-weil
The night class will not remember the lesson.
The girl in red lends a pencil to a boy. He thanks her,
takes notes, lets his mind wander to weekend plans.
The night class barely notices the door open...
Read the full poem at riseupreview.org/ann-weil
QuestION AuTHORITY by JeFF Stumpo
A teenage girl prints the words
You are the reason I lay awake
on one hundred sheets of paper...
Read the whole poem at riseupreview.org/jeff-stumpo
A teenage girl prints the words
You are the reason I lay awake
on one hundred sheets of paper...
Read the whole poem at riseupreview.org/jeff-stumpo
April 25, 2025 at 3:58 PM
QuestION AuTHORITY by JeFF Stumpo
A teenage girl prints the words
You are the reason I lay awake
on one hundred sheets of paper...
Read the whole poem at riseupreview.org/jeff-stumpo
A teenage girl prints the words
You are the reason I lay awake
on one hundred sheets of paper...
Read the whole poem at riseupreview.org/jeff-stumpo
Letter from Ohio by Jim Krosschell
I brought my father’s letter
to the bedroom
and read it to the woman
with whom I lived—
in sin, as he will write. ...
Read the whole poem at riseupreview.org/jim-krosschell
I brought my father’s letter
to the bedroom
and read it to the woman
with whom I lived—
in sin, as he will write. ...
Read the whole poem at riseupreview.org/jim-krosschell
April 22, 2025 at 3:56 PM
Letter from Ohio by Jim Krosschell
I brought my father’s letter
to the bedroom
and read it to the woman
with whom I lived—
in sin, as he will write. ...
Read the whole poem at riseupreview.org/jim-krosschell
I brought my father’s letter
to the bedroom
and read it to the woman
with whom I lived—
in sin, as he will write. ...
Read the whole poem at riseupreview.org/jim-krosschell
Our submissions for #Poetry and #Essays are open! Polish up your work and send it our way. riseupreview.submittable.com/submit
Rise Up Review Submission Manager
We're currently open for submissions and reading for our summer issue. Submissions will stay open until June 1st. Rise Up Review is a landing site for the poetry and prose of opposition. We feature pe...
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April 18, 2025 at 3:27 PM
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Self-Portrait as a Gray Rock by Amy Jensen
No barren wasteland, I am
the gray rock that is blue
in the rain, purple in the dawn,
silver as dusk’s long shadows
strike its shiny surface.
I am the jewel ...
Read the whole poem at riseupreview.org/amy-jensen
No barren wasteland, I am
the gray rock that is blue
in the rain, purple in the dawn,
silver as dusk’s long shadows
strike its shiny surface.
I am the jewel ...
Read the whole poem at riseupreview.org/amy-jensen
April 15, 2025 at 3:37 PM
Self-Portrait as a Gray Rock by Amy Jensen
No barren wasteland, I am
the gray rock that is blue
in the rain, purple in the dawn,
silver as dusk’s long shadows
strike its shiny surface.
I am the jewel ...
Read the whole poem at riseupreview.org/amy-jensen
No barren wasteland, I am
the gray rock that is blue
in the rain, purple in the dawn,
silver as dusk’s long shadows
strike its shiny surface.
I am the jewel ...
Read the whole poem at riseupreview.org/amy-jensen
Thoughts from from the Discount Grocery Store by Jessie McLean
Henry's friendly with the Save-More butcher,
Without understanding a word he says.
Bow wow, says the butcher's deep southern drawl,
Bow wow dog food, says the butcher's willingness to help...
Read it all: riseupreview.org/jessie-mclean
Henry's friendly with the Save-More butcher,
Without understanding a word he says.
Bow wow, says the butcher's deep southern drawl,
Bow wow dog food, says the butcher's willingness to help...
Read it all: riseupreview.org/jessie-mclean
April 10, 2025 at 8:11 PM
Thoughts from from the Discount Grocery Store by Jessie McLean
Henry's friendly with the Save-More butcher,
Without understanding a word he says.
Bow wow, says the butcher's deep southern drawl,
Bow wow dog food, says the butcher's willingness to help...
Read it all: riseupreview.org/jessie-mclean
Henry's friendly with the Save-More butcher,
Without understanding a word he says.
Bow wow, says the butcher's deep southern drawl,
Bow wow dog food, says the butcher's willingness to help...
Read it all: riseupreview.org/jessie-mclean
Red-Eye
by Robbie Gamble
your country crawls along beneath you
six miles down through dark thin air into
thicker air then cloud cover then the ground
unseen your country lit tonight by just half
a moon so remote it is not yours only this ...
Read the whole poem: riseupreview.org/robbie-gamble-2
by Robbie Gamble
your country crawls along beneath you
six miles down through dark thin air into
thicker air then cloud cover then the ground
unseen your country lit tonight by just half
a moon so remote it is not yours only this ...
Read the whole poem: riseupreview.org/robbie-gamble-2
April 8, 2025 at 3:42 PM
Red-Eye
by Robbie Gamble
your country crawls along beneath you
six miles down through dark thin air into
thicker air then cloud cover then the ground
unseen your country lit tonight by just half
a moon so remote it is not yours only this ...
Read the whole poem: riseupreview.org/robbie-gamble-2
by Robbie Gamble
your country crawls along beneath you
six miles down through dark thin air into
thicker air then cloud cover then the ground
unseen your country lit tonight by just half
a moon so remote it is not yours only this ...
Read the whole poem: riseupreview.org/robbie-gamble-2
Our Love, at the End of the World by Shannon Frost Greenstein
Read it all at riseupreview.org/shannon-fros...
Read it all at riseupreview.org/shannon-fros...
April 7, 2025 at 4:27 PM
Our Love, at the End of the World by Shannon Frost Greenstein
Read it all at riseupreview.org/shannon-fros...
Read it all at riseupreview.org/shannon-fros...
Our Submittable portal is now open! We will be reading for our summer issue until June 1st. riseupreview.com/how-to-submit
April 3, 2025 at 5:37 PM
Our Submittable portal is now open! We will be reading for our summer issue until June 1st. riseupreview.com/how-to-submit
Petition by Hila Ratzabi
May 1, 2024
The birds sing like they’ve never heard
of war. I sit among the sounds,
soil loosens the iris bulb,
makes way for sharp leaves
to accuse the sky
of its bombs.
...
Read the rest at riseupreview.org/hila-ratzabi
May 1, 2024
The birds sing like they’ve never heard
of war. I sit among the sounds,
soil loosens the iris bulb,
makes way for sharp leaves
to accuse the sky
of its bombs.
...
Read the rest at riseupreview.org/hila-ratzabi
March 28, 2025 at 8:29 PM
Petition by Hila Ratzabi
May 1, 2024
The birds sing like they’ve never heard
of war. I sit among the sounds,
soil loosens the iris bulb,
makes way for sharp leaves
to accuse the sky
of its bombs.
...
Read the rest at riseupreview.org/hila-ratzabi
May 1, 2024
The birds sing like they’ve never heard
of war. I sit among the sounds,
soil loosens the iris bulb,
makes way for sharp leaves
to accuse the sky
of its bombs.
...
Read the rest at riseupreview.org/hila-ratzabi
Public School Fable by Barbara Boches
Jack stomped
up the stolen rungs
with a spliff,
cutting English
or Chemistry or whatever.
No beanstalk, no hen, no harp.
...
Read it all at: riseupreview.org/barbara-boches
Jack stomped
up the stolen rungs
with a spliff,
cutting English
or Chemistry or whatever.
No beanstalk, no hen, no harp.
...
Read it all at: riseupreview.org/barbara-boches
March 25, 2025 at 8:52 PM
Public School Fable by Barbara Boches
Jack stomped
up the stolen rungs
with a spliff,
cutting English
or Chemistry or whatever.
No beanstalk, no hen, no harp.
...
Read it all at: riseupreview.org/barbara-boches
Jack stomped
up the stolen rungs
with a spliff,
cutting English
or Chemistry or whatever.
No beanstalk, no hen, no harp.
...
Read it all at: riseupreview.org/barbara-boches
The Present Interior by Yuan Changming
For now let’s forget all troubles & miseries
In this world of red dust, forsake our family &
Friends alike, forgive each & every other’s debts
...
Read the rest of this gorgeous poem at riseupreview.org/yuan-changmi...
For now let’s forget all troubles & miseries
In this world of red dust, forsake our family &
Friends alike, forgive each & every other’s debts
...
Read the rest of this gorgeous poem at riseupreview.org/yuan-changmi...
March 20, 2025 at 7:37 PM
The Present Interior by Yuan Changming
For now let’s forget all troubles & miseries
In this world of red dust, forsake our family &
Friends alike, forgive each & every other’s debts
...
Read the rest of this gorgeous poem at riseupreview.org/yuan-changmi...
For now let’s forget all troubles & miseries
In this world of red dust, forsake our family &
Friends alike, forgive each & every other’s debts
...
Read the rest of this gorgeous poem at riseupreview.org/yuan-changmi...
Read "Madness in D Minor" by Linda Cooper here: riseupreview.org/linda-cooper
March 6, 2025 at 5:37 PM
Read "Madness in D Minor" by Linda Cooper here: riseupreview.org/linda-cooper
What are you writing? What's percolating for you right now?
March 4, 2025 at 11:50 PM
What are you writing? What's percolating for you right now?
The Morning After Election Day by Joanne Durham. Read this and more in our current issue: riseupreview.com/current-issue
March 3, 2025 at 9:48 PM
The Morning After Election Day by Joanne Durham. Read this and more in our current issue: riseupreview.com/current-issue
riseupreview.org/laurel-benjamin
A Woman Observes by Laurel Benjamin
(excerpt)
Today I'm making fennel golden-raisin scones,
eggs with shitakes and swiss, a good stiff black tea.
Yet I can't help picture the homeless woman
who strips from the waist down
on the pavement outside the autobody shop..
A Woman Observes by Laurel Benjamin
(excerpt)
Today I'm making fennel golden-raisin scones,
eggs with shitakes and swiss, a good stiff black tea.
Yet I can't help picture the homeless woman
who strips from the waist down
on the pavement outside the autobody shop..
February 28, 2025 at 9:50 PM
riseupreview.org/laurel-benjamin
A Woman Observes by Laurel Benjamin
(excerpt)
Today I'm making fennel golden-raisin scones,
eggs with shitakes and swiss, a good stiff black tea.
Yet I can't help picture the homeless woman
who strips from the waist down
on the pavement outside the autobody shop..
A Woman Observes by Laurel Benjamin
(excerpt)
Today I'm making fennel golden-raisin scones,
eggs with shitakes and swiss, a good stiff black tea.
Yet I can't help picture the homeless woman
who strips from the waist down
on the pavement outside the autobody shop..