I meant to say there is no cure except to live the hell out of our lives, to take it apart, to put it back together, to dig it all up, and then fill the hole.
Three years ago this spring I gave myself one Sunday afternoon off from self-pity to indulge in some window-shopping. A movie rental place among the sporadic cush boutiques of a…
I work at a bookstore in Berkeley, California; so, as one can imagine, I get and give book recommendations often. Many of these recommendations I am compelled to ignore, because…
The first thing I noticed about this book, before I even wrestled with its gruesome and tender topics, is the style. Flynn is a poet, which is clear from the…
This month’s Rumpus Book Club selection will indeed satisfy your summer fiction cravings. It’s not too late to sign up to receive this month’s book! How to Keep Your Volkswagen…
Poets fall in love with poems all the time, so much so that the question “what poem did you love last” isn’t really a question, but an invitation to wax…