Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Hayun Cho
My task is to open the small Styrofoam containers / of rice, to make sure the woman next to me / can reach what her appetite longs for.
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The First Book: Del Sandeen
I’m writing to the reader who loves characters as much as plot, and who understands that horror encompasses much more than just things that go bump in the night.
Preparing for Flight: Yaccaira Salvatierra’s Sons of Salt
Salvatierra’s poems embody the spirit of reclamation, reminding us to ask the wind and water to carry us, to remember our potential for flight.
The Truth About Phantom Characters: A Conversation with Cal Louise Phoenix
... if my people can survive, I can too. Resiliency and survivalism are in my bones.
Letter to My Dad
I wonder if the adoption agency thought they were clever, or if they thought both adoptive parents and adoptee having brown hair was enough to signal we belonged to each other.
Empty Houses Ring
emerging into one junk-filled yard where every space is laden with boards and tires and tubes and appliances and a van undriveable loaded like a mind in tatters . . .
Voices on Addiction: Harm Reduction
If I could describe this point in my life in the simplest terms possible, I would say this: it was not sustainable.
“ew, don’t use my sound ever again”: On Tyranny and Poupeh Missaghi’s Sound Museum
Power is the end in itself, not a means to justice.
It Seemed Important for Me to Figure It Out: An Interview with Ruben Quesada
I wanted to address all the things that I was witness to or that may have informed my understanding of loss.
To My Third Father
I didn’t understand consent, the formal severance of me and my biological father. Like magic, my past dissipated.
Mythology, Etymology, and the Hard Work of Living: A Conversation with torrin a. greathouse
I don’t believe one can be a good poet while being uncritical of the English language
