Our Bodies are Bodies and Our Bones Are Bones: A Conversation with Amanda Hawkins
How long would I cry if I just let it happen? How long would I need to mourn if I did not cut that mourning short?
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Saba Keramati
My heart sinks before I mean it to. / The disappointment I know is wrong.
Echoes in the Gallery: Andy Young’s Museum of the Soon to Depart
...Young transforms these cities into an enigmatic museum, with galleries that reach back through time to the very essence of dust.
The Vastness of What We Don’t See: A Conversation with Oluwaseun Olayiwola
While I am a poet who is concerned with place, imaginative nowheres are where I think a poem begins.
ENOUGH: Our Father
"We believe that the real number—of children whose records were lost, or who were afraid ever to come forward—is in the thousands."
“It’d Be the Last Great Punk Song”: On ¡PÓNK! by Marcus Clayton
Punk is not safe, but neither is the world if you are Black or brown.
Feral Feminisms in Noir: A Conversation with Kirsten Sundberg Lunstrum
...Intuition and empathy are central methods of communication when we look to understand others and to put ourselves in others’ positions.
Nothing New Under the Sun: The Russian Formalists’ Guide to Prose Craft
With a fixation on abstract novelty, our students call to us from a crowded space of so many like tales and so much pressure to spit out some shiny new thing.
The First Book: Karissa Chen
Despite the many periods of self-doubt I had, the stretches where I felt I would never write anything good again—I would always eventually return to my desk, because I wouldn’t let myself give up.
Saints, Bodies, and Machines: A Conversation with Erika Swyler
When we push societal roles aside, what’s left between parents and children is the desire to both care and to be cared for.
An Imprecise Translation
There are feelings, memories, behind everything you say. If only it were as simple as putting your hand to your temple.