Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Kristi Estefania Stout Larios
I know if I open them I will see the ship // the ocean I came from.
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There is an admiration, here, of the transitory soul.
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Kelli Russell Agodon discusses her new collection, DIALOGUES WITH RISING TIDES.
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An exclusive look at the cover of Joy Castro’s forthcoming novel, FLIGHT RISK.
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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Kayleb Rae Candrilli
Kayleb Rae Candrilli discusses their new poetry collection, WATER I WON’T TOUCH.
The Space Between Vertebrae
My hands grow cold and rigid. In those blue-tinged palms, I can see my future.
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Kikuko Tsumura discusses her newly translated novel, THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS AN EASY JOB.
