National Poetry Month Day 19: Joseph O. Legaspi
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National Poetry Month Day 18: Kazim Ali
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From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: The Bad Kind of Puppy
That was when she realized: the ticking was coming from inside herself.
National Poetry Month Day 17: Timothy Liu
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National Poetry Month Day 16: Iliana Rocha
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National Poetry Month Day 15: Cynthia Manick
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National Poetry Month Day 14: Karisma Price
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ENOUGH: Tracing the Sheets
He lived in the house behind us. We lived in a duplex on Second Street in Chambersburg, Pennsylvania—a small town. I always thought it was the hugest, coolest house ever.…
National Poetry Month Day 13: Jos Charles
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I Freed Myself from Needing to Make Sense: A Conversation with Leila Chatti
I’ve learned by now my mind is smarter than I am, than my conscious self—it’s doing all sorts of things in there, unbeknownst to me. I often tell my students that the poem knows better than I do, and so I shouldn’t be arrogant enough to think I’m in control.
National Poetry Month Day 12: Jenny Johnson
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Waking Up at the Wake: Desire, Death, and Disruption in A Shiver in the Leaves
When I consider a shiver in the leaves, my mind fares in two directions: One is back to my first-time experience with psilocybin, shocked at how the fig leaves hung as if shivering . . . and the other is back through American history . . .