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A FAN’S NOTES, The Rumpus Sports Column #23: Underdog Tattoo
One time I was in the checkout line at the grocery store, standing behind a dark-haired woman whose left arm was covered in tattoos. Another shopper—a young man wearing a…
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #31: Lost in the Wilderness of Self
Walking and talking helped me tremendously when I was lost in my own wild thicket of shit in my twenties. But you know what helped me the most? Art.
National Poetry Month: Day 8. Three Poems by Elisa Gabbert
We Have Lost Our Systems of Meaning If it’s cool to be a geek, we have lost our systems of meaning. This was always the goal. We seek methods of…
National Poetry Month: Day 7. “King: April 7, 1968” by Geoffrey Brock
King: April 7, 1968 We had wanted, at least, to touch your sleeve. We brought both babies as to a christening. —Van K. Brock, “King” We stood in line for…
Ted Wilson Reviews the World #30
PUPPIES ★★★★★ (4 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing puppies.
National Poetry Month: Day 6. “Say Something” by Katrina Vandenberg
Say something about the old neighbor who lives alone, the woman no one has seen in years, if at all. Say she cracked her yellowed shade and spoke to you,…
Notable San Francisco, This Week: 4/5-4/11
This week, get your literature on at Mission-famous events by Quiet Lightning, Sister Spit, and Literary Death Match, celebrate all things female at the San Francisco Women’s Film Festival, party…
National Poetry Month: Day 5. “Truth Has Two Faces and the Snow Is Black” by Mahmoud Darwish
Today’s poem is a translation of a poem by the late Mahmoud Darwish by Fady Joudah. It appears in the collection If I Were Another. Truth Has Two Faces and…
National Poetry Month: Day 4. “We Will Never Learn” by Sean Singer
We Will Never Learn Where have these disappeared to, the green ones? Tongues against the darkness are seething.
National Poetry Month: Day 3. “Speculation, Made to Last” by Jesse Lee Kercheval
Speculation, Made to Last i I warn you this is not a happy story it wanders through the graveyard it wanders near your house
National Poetry Month: Day 2. “On Language” by Xochiquetzal Candelaria
On Language A blue pail left floating washes up on the pitted rocky shore, wedges between boulders dark as prehistory, a place the utterance goes it alone.