My Affairs Are Just My Questions
And it is a voice—perhaps a bit apprehensive and damaged by experience—that seems willing to express it all, even the ugly and cruel.
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“Scissor Half,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Jacqueline Waters
You were telling me your dream / at some point you started / just making it up
A FAN’S NOTES, The Rumpus Sports Column #41: Ferlinghetti Super Bowl Preview
Lawrence Ferlinghetti, the iconic poet and co-founder of City Lights bookstore, was just warming up to pro football again when his home team, the San Francisco 49ers, lost this year’s…
Ted Wilson Reviews the World #121
SAND DOLLARS ★★★★★ (4 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing sand dollars.
Poem Forest
“Urban planners, artists, and citizens around the world must open poetic space within increasingly cramped, increasingly bottom-line-driven cities. Our political animalness gets claustrophobic. We require the commons to encounter each…
The Rumpus Interview with Alex Gilvarry
Part manifesto, part immigrant love story, part satire, part tragedy, Gilvarry’s debut novel is as moving as it is full of barely controlled anger, a tension that makes this well-written novel eminently readable.
Lit-Link Round-Up
Tin House writer and core faculty over at Tod Goldberg’s fab UC Riverside low residency MFA program, Mary Otis, has a line from her story animated over at Electric Literature. …
“Newspoet” Kick-off
NPR’s All Things Considered is starting a monthly project that brings poets into the newsroom before unleashing them to write a poem “reflecting on the day’s news.” Their inaugural poet…
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #95: The Dudes In the Woods Debacle
Let the dudes in the woods debacle bring you closer to your friends rather than force you apart.
An Angel Pricked With Breathing Holes
Goldbarth still infuses his poems with an old-fashioned, childlike wonder at the marvels of our world, along with a bemused chuckle at the ways in which we so obviously fall…
Leanna Moxley: The Last Book (of Poetry) I Loved, The Cow
I’ve been told that it’s harder to make friends once you are an adult because in order to be close to someone you have to be vulnerable. I was told…