“And Then at the Boat Show,” a Rumpus Original Poem by John Gallaher
And Then at the Boat Show It is true, I feel, that I don’t think about plants as much as I should. Day after day, the explanation unfolds, at just…
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The Last Book I Loved: Walking Dead Comics
I’ll tell you something that’s total crack, is the Walking Dead Comics. I’ve been reading a lot of comics lately, and that one is amazing. Also, there’s a guy named…
“Stabilimentum,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Samiya Bashir
Stabilimentum Bend into my mouth before frost ends us.
“Body Politic” a Rumpus Original Poem by Rachel Loden
Body Politic History, like hair, grows out of the head. The whole corpus is lousy
A FAN’S NOTES, The Rumpus Sports Column: #12 Running Backs in Love
Last week, D.H. Lawrence wasn’t mentioned by name in any sports sections, and no professional athletes cited The Rainbow in their postgame interviews. But there were intriguing baseball- and football-related…
A Remembrance of Frank McCourt
"Sit back. I'm going to tell you a story," Frank said in his brogue, looking into the distance like a Homerian epic-teller. "Don't you ever dare steal it."
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #19
I will remind you that you were not born into this world to suffer. Nobody is, actually.
THE EYEBALL: Vicky Cristina Barcelona
When you grow up being called a faggot by farm boys because you like to read books, Woody Allen can appear as something of a savior. That’s my story, anyway.…
“Danse Macabre, Mississippi” by Anna Journey
Danse Macabre, Mississippi: My Great-Grandmother Fires a BB Gun There were black-eyed Susans loose at the hip, the limp magnolia blooms worked to a quiver. There were white necks of…