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. The First Kiss the first…
But even here, vertigo and ambivalence dominate, and I find myself searching the poems for the kinetic energy of a walker in the city; heel marks and muddy droplets. I…
Dear Rumpus, I went on a letter writing rampage yesterday and it’s all your fault. Thanks for that. One of them was to Lorelei Lee about how I want to…
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. Záhrada From the Moorish synagogue…
Here we are again. In the New York Times Book Review, Meg Wolitzer takes up the matter of “women’s fiction,” in her essay, “The Second Shelf.” She does a fine job…
Smack in the middle of a Manhattan poetry reading, a silence builds in the room. The crowd of New Yorkers—a little impatient, a little uneasy—inch forward in their chairs, waiting…
With its host of defunct genomes, a rupturing cosmos, malevolent gods, a derelict body politic, and endless war, the poems in this collection act as harbingers of the wasteland America…
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. The Last Meal of the…
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. Cousins On the rock slide…
THE BOWL OF WATER ON MY PORCH ★★★★★ (1 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing the bowl…