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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 being terrified. We want it to be art, so we…
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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 hours to see his body. My parents said they knew…
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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.
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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, soon after you moved in, mid-winter. Change the locks,
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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 for civil rights at the 10th annual César Chávez Day…
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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 the Snow Is Black Truth has two faces and the…
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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.
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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
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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.
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #30: Pluck It From the Floor. And Onward You Go.
It’s a funny sort of reverse logic, how every now and then your vision is clearer when you constrict rather than expand it.
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National Poetry Month: Day 1. Two Poems from W. S. Di Piero
Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project, featuring new, previously unpublished poems by 30 different authors. We kick off the month with two poems by W. S. Di Piero. What Have You Got To Lose? Third floor walk-up, simple…
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FUNNY WOMEN #20: Holiday with Communists
First, you and your grandmother decorate Easter eggs to put on the Seder plate. This is her Passover tradition. She will have decided that Seder plates “could use a little more color.” More often than not, she will also be…