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Ecopoetry as a Method of Inquiry: A Conversation with MaKshya Tolbert
“Ecopoetry’s role keeps changing for me, is as much in flux as I am. I wonder if one role of ecopoetry can be to mark that flux, to find a language that honors the transience and ongoingness of the environment,…
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Exciting New Rumpus Initiatives
Debbie Millman and I are thrilled to share some exciting new initiatives we are launching with The Rumpus. Beginning on April 1, 2026, we are increasing our pay rates for work accepted on or after that date. (Sadly, we cannot…
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The One Who Pierces Snow
It was a game some of us played during recess, hidden behind a corner from the supervision of a teacher. We took turns. The person to depart would take in a deep breath and hold it, standing against a wall…
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Writing A Series of Trojan Horses into a Novel: An Interview with A. Natasha Joukovsky
“ I envisioned this novel as a series of Trojan Horses on the topic of identity: a feminine novel inside a masculine one, but then a human one inside that. I wanted the novel to work on all three levels:…
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Noticing is the Ultimate Act of Love: A Conversation with Aimee Nezhukumatathil
“Some might think poets go out “looking for metaphors,” like the world is a giant writer’s prop closet. I don’t start with metaphor. I start with observation, an image. I’m not asking, “wWhat does this bird stand for?” I’m asking,…
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Books That Made Me Gay: “The Vanishers” by Heidi Julavits
Or maybe not. We can never know how clearly we are being seen by another, nor how clearly we have seen them. Undoubtedly, we contaminate one another. Autumn dawns and there is a party, a party game.
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Three Poems
Lately, I’ve been angry with the world— it’s my new coping mechanism. Somewhere in my country, an oversized penis is being chiseled into the vagina of a six-year-old. I want it to break
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A Shopkeeper’s Sanctuary is the Page: A Conversation with Jeannine A. Cook
“The books are for who they’re for. I’m not trying to make you understand. I’m not an evangelist. I’m not trying to convert. I knew who Harriet’s was for. I knew who Ida’s was for. They’re for those who walk…
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Three Poems
Fish Crew We feed our neighbors’ fish when they’re away,goldfish living in small man-made ponds.Anna’s yard is a tangle of flowering shrubs,pink and white blooms, small waterfallthat foams into the tiny pool.We throw some pellets in and wait.The fish swim…
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There Is Only a God in Grief
I always talked about how much stronger it made me, how many skeletons in my closet I’m able to keep quiet. What I never talked about were the conversations I used to have with his god. Or is it God?…
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The Crumbling of a Porous Life: A Conversation With Naeem Murr
“For a character to really come to life on the page they have to retain a kind of mystery for you as a writer. Of course, there are some characters who are much more flat, who are comic, or just…
