A Glittering Journey: Eileen G’Sell’s Life After Rugby
These poems cast a spell, feverish and lyric, punctuated by moments of clarity: glass-sharp, hard-hitting, grounding us for just a moment, a breath, an ache.
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The Rumpus Mini-Interview Project #129: L.A. Johnson
"Right now California is burning and yet there’s snow on mountains that I can also see from my window."
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Tarfia Faizullah
Tarfia Faizullah discusses her new collection, Registers of Illuminated Villages, mystery stories, the nature of evil, and mourning pages.
Reading Ferlinghetti in the Age of Trump
This lesson feels especially relevant to our moment: that it’s possible to be both a frustrated activist and also a present and joyful human being.
The Tension of Identity: Hands That Break and Scar by Sarah A. Chavez
For Sarah A. Chavez, the body works as a site of difference and violence, but also magic and wisdom.
Poetry Is a Manifestation of a Life: Talking with Marvin Bell
Poet Marvin Bell discusses his now-famous love poem, "To Dorothy," and the woman who inspired it.
The Rumpus Mini-Interview Project #128: Dunya Mikhail
"All art is somehow a kind of witness, whether to beauty or to anything else."
Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Safia Elhillo
with my teeth i understand my lover’s waist / we worship at each other’s throats / i am not afraid of men only of forgiving
It’s All about Positionality: Talking with Kayleb Rae Candrilli
Kayleb Rae Candrilli discusses their debut collection, What Runs Over, reclaiming memory through poetry, and the political act of being happy.
The Last Poem I Loved: The Waste Land
It is March, almost April, and the year feels like a spool of days spliced out of order, leaping treacherously from sun to ice to sun to rain to snow.
Why I Chose Justin Phillip Reed’s Indecency for the Rumpus Poetry Book Club
Here's what we're reading in our Poetry Book Club next month!
Unsettled Terrain: Rummage by Ife-Chudeni A. Oputa
If shame works by convincing us that we are bad, by pinning us into a definition of badness, then the poems in Rummage resist by refusing to be pinned at all.