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Wendy Willis
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The Last Book of Poems I Loved: Louise Glück’s Winter Recipes from the Collective
“I was glad at least to have heard it.”
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Rumpus Exclusive: “First Amendment (in the moment, grotesquely exotic)”
I am not certain where I was when I first heard about the marketplace of ideas.
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Peeping under the Goddamn Door: The Price of Empathy in S-Town
[F]or the first time, I really see the tradeoffs between privacy and honest-to-god, up-close empathy.
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Reckoning with the Bros: Trump, Bly, and Swimming in the Sea of Grief
There are dark forces roiling beneath the surface of American life.
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I Hear the Place That Can’t Be Named
It is remembering and loving anyway—not forgetting—that binds us even if the recollections are absurd, undignified, cruel, or humiliating.
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Eat Your Peas
Having some novelist (or poet or playwright) assert an individual consciousness—in and of itself— is a profoundly threatening act if you’re a dictator.
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Where Are the Trees Going? by Vénus Khoury-Ghata
Wendy Willis reviews Marilyn Hacker’s translation of Vénus Khoury-Ghata’s Where Are the Trees Going?” today in Rumpus Poetry.
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Pictograph by Melissa Kwasny
Wendy Willis reviews Melissa Kwasny’s Pictograph today in Rumpus Poetry.