“Flat-chested Girl from the NGO,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Tom Healy
Flat-chested Girl from the NGO Know that she has the advantage here
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FUNNY WOMEN #3: Q: “What Will You Do with an MFA in Poetry?”
A: First of all, you can put away your old-school notions about the liberal arts. Back when you grew up, Plato banished poets from his Republic. These days, there is…
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #23
It’s the good ones who smart, and the dumb ones who play it safe.
The Blurb #10: Managing Writers in the Workplace – A Guide for Employers
Writers are most inspired when they have no time to write, thus employment keeps them writing, and suppresses maladaptive behaviors most of us are happy to read about but don’t want to ever actually see.
FUNNY WOMEN #2: A Play About Post-Racial America in Seven Acts
(or Seven Things White People Have Really Said to Me Since November 4, 2008)
A FAN’S NOTES, The Rumpus Sports Column #15: The Belgian Chocolate Training Regimen
The U.S. Open tennis tournament came to a close Monday night when a very tall Argentine with many, many names beat the heavily favored Roger Federer in a marathon five-set…
Swinging Modern Sounds #14: Nine Thousand Words On The Size Queens
The following is a record review in dialogue form conducted between this columnist and Michael Snediker (with whom I corresponded about Antony and the Johnsons a couple months back), the…
The Eyeball #28: Movie Binge
My family was recently out of town for a five days, leaving me home alone with over 800 pages (no exaggeration) of student work to read and comment upon. My…
The Revolution Has Begun
Dear writers and readers, Finally! The inaugural post for the new Rumpus column Funny Women can be read here. This is just the beginning. You, the writers and readers, will…
FUNNY WOMEN #1: The New Rumpus Humor Column: I Am Sorry That I Didn’t Write a Comedy Piece
I guess it's time for me to get serious about writing this comedy piece. Emoticon.
Mourning the Book
I expected to feel a sense of accomplishment when I finished Wallace Stegner's "Angle of Repose," but instead I felt lost, grief-stricken. It was a mixture of sadness for the main character and a fear that I might yet ruin my own life—but mostly I wanted to be back in the middle of that book.