Blogs
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National Poetry Month: K. Iver
When they lose their leaves, I can see the crow / calling his friends to tell them I’m awake which means their daily peanuts / will soon arrive on a stump.
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from You Are Here: Poetry in the Natural World
The Rumpus, in partnership with Milkweed Editions, is pleased to preview this anthology with poems from Paul Tran, Cecily Parks, and Erika Meitner.
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Thomas Kneeland
& the fishmonger washes his hands / of the morning’s catch. Kids are away
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Voices on Addiction: Mayflies
Mayfly larvae only exist in water that is very clean. And for seventy years, Lake Erie had been anything but clean.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Forever Hers
“If you want the boy to live, pour this around the bed. Use what’s in the pouch and chant the words on the paper.”
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Beyond the Page: We Are Not Numbers
Highlighting creative work in partnership with other mission-driven literary organizations, with a specific focus on nonprofit institutions and collectives invested in social justice and human rights.
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Perfumed by Fear: Silvia Guerra’s A Sea at Dawn
Guerra attempts to maneuver around obstacles with riverine language, and tensions organize around this effort.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: embody
we are always children in some way, always easily hurt by our mothers. our bodies are expanding;
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Melissa Crowe
we make out the shape of what’s coming, / hold very still until the footsteps turn,
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Birthday at Newkirk Plaza
The woman asks CK if he has a bodega cat. He says no, even though there’s a cat sleeping on a bread box in back.
