From the Archive: Sunday Rumpus Poetry: Three Poems by Fatimah Asghar
& yes, my family did raise me right. Yes, / they cleaned their bones & cracked them clean / open to suck. Would fight over cartilage & knuckle/Sip the marrow’s nectar from urn. .
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Joe at the Aquarium
I pushed him so he glided through the fish, the eels, the boxed-in worlds of blues.
From the Outside In: Talking with Ellene Glenn Moore
Ellene Glenn Moore discusses her debut poetry collection, HOW BLOOD WORKS.
Creating a Fractured Whole: Megan Culhane Galbraith’s The Guild of the Infant Saviour
To have lost, found, and then lost again seems especially wrenching, a kind of unmothering.
Haunted, Beloved: A Conversation with Jacques Rancourt
Jacques Rancourt discusses his new collection, BROCKEN SPECTRE.
On Trauma, Memory, and Language: Talking with Azareen Van der Vliet Oloomi
Azareen Van der Vliet Oloomi discusses her new novel, SAVAGE TONGUES.
Reimagining Place in the Pandemic
This collection suggests again and again that poets and poetry are conjoined with such places—found on a map and indelibly mapped to the psyche.
Inner Conversations Projected on a Surface: Bruno K. Öijer’s The Trilogy
A family’s grief traps generations in a search for insight.
We Are More: Shattering the Ethnic Monolith Myth in The Gimmicks
To say the past is in the past ignores the abundant ways it controls their lived experience.
Malus Domestica
Apples do not grow “true to seed,” meaning that what you put in the ground isn’t always what comes back out of it.