Next Letter in the Mail: Melanie Simonich
We’re getting ready to send out our next Letter in the Mail, and it’s a very special letter from Melanie Simonich! Melanie writes to us about her father, the moon, and a…
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The Rumpus Interview with Jenny Johnson
Poet Jenny Johnson discusses her forthcoming debut collection, In Full Velvet, phobias, courage, the dual consciousness of queer lovers, and what it means to belong.
David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: Against Our Will
All that floated there was the mystery. In the presence of all that, I discovered too that there are mysteries residing in the consciousness of my own mind that I don’t want to get out of the way of.
Smugglers by Ales Debeljak
Damon Marbut reviews Ales Debeljak's Smugglers translated by Bryan Henry today in Rumpus Poetry.
Application for Release from the Dream by Tony Hoagland
Ellen F. Brown reviews Tony Hoagland's Application for Release from the Dream today in Rumpus Poetry.
The Last Book I Loved: Sheila Levine Is Dead and Living In New York
But when my loneliness feels as vast—and capable of drowning me—as the sea, this book about self-destruction comforts me more than any self-help.
An Interview with Ross Gay
Kaveh Akbar’s interview with author Ross Gay is delightfully honest. Gay, who is an author of three books: Against Which, Bringing the Shovel Down, and, Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude, invites us into his world by…
Alliance and Condemnation by Claudio Rodriguez
Barbara Berman reviews Claudio Rodriguez's Alliance and Condemnation, translated by Philip Silver, today in Rumpus Poetry.
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Reginald Dwayne Betts
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Reginald Dwayne Betts about his new book Bastards of the Reagan Era.
(K)ink: Writing While Deviant: Tina Horn
I would go so far as to say that the entire reason I write is to detect all the irony that language allows and twist it around the truth like razor wire and ivy. That’s how I like my truth: twisted.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Divina
Look at the star, your star, in my hands. It bears your name. I was told it does not have much longer to live. I hope you do not mind my untrimmed nails.