Girl In Cap and Gown by Harriet Levin
Filmgoers this year who saw the documentary The Cave of Forgotten Dreams in 3-D (or not) entered the prehistoric Chauvet caves of Southern France in a stunning modern way. The…
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The Last Poem I Loved: “Reaching Around For You” by D.A. Powell
April is over. We can’t stop these things from happening, no. We’re slipping out of spring into summer, out of busy semesters and National Poetry Month. We’re slipping outside our…
Girls Girls Girls
A television show about my twenties would follow the life of a girl who is lost, literally and figuratively. There wouldn’t be a laugh track.
National Poetry Month Day 32: “Zoo” by Virginia Konchan
We’re never satisfied with the thirty days that April allots us for National Poetry Month, so we’re extending it a bit. Enjoy! Zoo Unbridled, the sick pony traverses listlessly a…
Gaze by Christopher Howell
In the opening poem of Christopher Howell’s Gaze, “Home Stretch,” he concludes with, “Receive me. Here are my silver / wings, in accordance with custom. Inside of them / leaves…
SELF-MADE MAN #8: What Makes a Man
I cock my arm and send another heavy stone into the Atlantic.
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Linda Hogan
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Linda Hogan about her poetry collection Indios.
National Poetry Month Day 31: “Machine Song” by Bruce Snider
We’re never satisfied with just the 30 days that April offers for National Poetry Month, so we’re keeping it going for a little while longer. Machine Song I Xerox what…
National Poetry Month Day 30: From “Sungone Noon” by Christian Wiman
Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April. From “Sungone Noon” One raised…
Lit-Link Round-up
A week ago, I was at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books. Here in Chicago, everyone keeps asking me if I saw any “movie people.” But I wouldn’t know…
A Brilliant Button Without Any Cloth
The promised west in The Oregon Trail IS The Oregon Trail is an amalgam of bootstrap romance, wilderness bordered by suburban sprawl, death, and the ferocity of natural processes.
National Poetry Month Day 28: “Nine Out of Ten Dentists Agree I Am Not an Octopus” by Gregory Sherl
Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April. Nine Out of Ten Dentists…