Poetry
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Collected Poems 1974-2004 by Rita Dove
Barbara Berman reviews Rita Dove’s Collected Poems 1974-2004 today in Rumpus Poetry.
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David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: The Suit
It was as if he understood that the authentic must begin in the voice. And through the texture of the voice—its moral and psychological claims—sensory details emerge with absolute authority.
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To Love as Aswang: Songs, Fragments & Found Objects by Barbara Jane Reyes
Jeremy Allan Hawkins reviews Barbara Jane Reyes’s To Love as Aswang: Songs, Fragments & Found Objects today in Rumpus Poetry.
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In the Gun Cabinet by Mike Lala
Julie Marie Wade reviews Mike Lala’s In the Gun Cabinet today in Rumpus Poetry.
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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Sandra Meek
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Sandra Meek about her new collection An Ecology of Elsewhere, writing landscapes, and the power of syntactic density.
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The Saturday Rumpus Interview: Kamden Hilliard
Survival is not always cute, politically responsible, mature, or sober. Survival is ramshackle, as is tolerance.
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David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: The Pale of Vermont
But to become a writer I needed at least to learn about my own superstitions. I needed space in the house to sketch with words. I needed to commit heresies. And those acts had to feel pleasurable.
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The Rumpus Interview with Terese Svoboda
Poet Terese Svoboda talks about her biography of the socialist-anarchist firebrand and modernist poet Lola Ridge, Anything That Burns You, and remembers a time when the political was printed in newspapers.
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Reckoning with the Bros: Trump, Bly, and Swimming in the Sea of Grief
There are dark forces roiling beneath the surface of American life.
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The Rumpus Interview with Cole Swensen
Cole Swensen, author of fifteen collections of poetry, discusses her work, walking, and her recent travels.
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David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: Something’s Happening Out There
The big crowd stretched form the gold-domed State House to Park Street. I had the urgent feeling that we were part of something. That we counted.
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National Poetry Month Day 31: Sandra Simonds
Confessional Poem I fucked your husband and I don’t feel __bad enough for the bourgeoisie. My sexuality roughly translating into teenage vampire, __my blood a pop song programmed to some _____dumb catastrophe.