Sharpening the Pencils: Kristín Ómarsdóttir Challenges the Structure of the World
I need secrets. I need unregistered playgrounds. I want to hide my steps. It should be my right to hide my wanderings, don’t you think?
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Sean Cho A.
sun bears are the smallest bear species / the 2nd smallest bear species is / not the moon bear although they are / relatively small when compared / to other bears such as polar bears
November Spotlight: Letters in the Mail
I’m not exaggerating when I say that receiving a letter in the mail when you’re a teenager in lockup feels like a small miracle, every single time . . .
I Have to be Gentle with Myself: A Conversation with Sari Botton
I imagine the full picture of me in scrubs and Danskos, being an MRI technician and then coming home and writing. Somewhere in an alternate universe, MRI technician Sari exists. I already have the Danskos.
Gentlemen, Start Your Engines
In 2022, I attended the 106th running of the Indianapolis 500, and watched cars hurtle past at 220 mph—fast enough to cover a football field in nine tenths of a second. Over 325,000 fans cheered louder than the engines themselves.
How the World Happens to Us: Lucy Ives’ Life Is Everywhere
Lucy Ives has proven herself to be one of our greatest under-the-radar geniuses, but an achievement like Life Is Everywhere demands attention. The systems have long been in place, but everyone will see them now.
Rumpus Original Fiction: When Will You Arrive?
We do not have lovers, if so there would not be need to reply or congregate to these stupid events, because the language of two people together is the exclusionary body of themselves. In the absence of a body, we settle for Snapchat . . .
The Correlation Between Love and Essay-Writing: An Interview with Jill Christman
Practicing deep curiosity and close observation is fundamental to writing essays. We need only to look at our small children to teach us these lessons.
Pecking Order
I didn’t feel guilty, not exactly, but I did feel a twang of remorse as we left her by herself.
Into the Body
These days, I walk down to the river running through the town I’ve made mine. The water’s on the rise.
RUMPUS POETRY BOOK CLUB EXCERPT: DISPATCHES FROM A FUTURE GREAT-GREAT-GRANDDAUGHTER BY FRANNY CHOI
An excerpt from The Rumpus Poetry Book Club's November selection, The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On by Franny Choi
Escaping the Infinite: An Omnibus Review of Four Contemporary Works of Poetry
So everything should be very clear.