Posts Tagged: Jesus

The Rumpus Interview with André Alexis

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André Alexis discusses his latest book The Hidden Keys, puzzles, chance, divinity, and the Toronto literary community. ...more

The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Ladies Lazarus

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For Mother, two worlds—earth we inhabit together, then the hot, heavenly body of euphoria and speed. Often, Mother exists in the tear between these worlds, belonging nowhere, to no one. ...more

An Open Letter to My Brother, A Trump Supporter

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Dear John,

I, like so many other Americans, spent the past weeks worrying, crying, and searching for the people around me that I loved so they could be beacons when I felt most battered. I did not seek you out, did not call or text you, did not respond to your victory message because I was hurt, nursing my wounds with those who felt safe to me.

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David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: 21 Poems That Shaped America (Pt. 4): “Roosters”

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the roosters brace their cruel feet and glare // with stupid eyes / while from their beaks there rise / the uncontrolled, traditional cries. ...more

A Man’s ABCs of Miscarriage

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I once heard the only thing faster than the speed of light is the speed of thought, and I wonder if simply thinking about Sawyer’s sister until my head hurts could get us to the place we fear talking about. ...more

The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Shane McCrae

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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Shane McCrae about his new book The Animal Too Big to Kill, listening to music while writing, addressing God in poetry, and The Oak Ridge Boys. ...more

The Rumpus Interview with Robert Repino

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Robert Repino talks about his debut novel, Mort(e), the publishing industry, science fiction and literary fiction, writing about religion, and how to write about complex chemical ant languages. ...more

The Last Book I Loved: Dating Jesus

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I keenly remember the day my Grandmother died.

My parents picked me up early from afterschool care and before I could ask why, my Mother said “We’re going to your Grandfather’s house.”  I asked, “Don’t you mean Grandmommy’s house?”  My Mother barely replied, “Your Grandmother died, it’s your Grandfather’s house now.”

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