ENOUGH: Why Women Remain Silent
A Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
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Voices on Addiction: A Conversation with Andrea Jarrell
I didn’t want to be edited in that way. I needed to tell my story.
National Poetry Month Day 9: Natasha Oladokun
Every year, The Rumpus celebrates National Poetry Month with new poems daily from poets we admire. We aim to illustrate a variety of voices and perspectives in contemporary poetry.
The Delusion of Objectivity: Talking with Leslie Jamison
Leslie Jamison discusses The Recovering: Intoxication and Its Aftermath, understanding that every text is incomplete, and whether motherhood has changed her writing.
National Poetry Month Day 8: Julian Randall
Every year, The Rumpus celebrates National Poetry Month with new poems daily from poets we admire. We aim to illustrate a variety of voices and perspectives in contemporary poetry.
National Poetry Month Day 7: Carlos Andrés Gómez
Every year, The Rumpus celebrates National Poetry Month with new poems daily from poets we admire. We aim to illustrate a variety of voices and perspectives in contemporary poetry.
National Poetry Month Day 6: t’ai freedom ford
Every year, The Rumpus celebrates National Poetry Month with new poems daily from poets we admire. We aim to illustrate a variety of voices and perspectives in contemporary poetry.
What to Read When You’re a Whiting Award Winner
The 2018 Whiting Awards winners share books that have inspired them, plus a giveaway!
Moments of Truth and Beauty: A Conversation with David Rocklin
David Rocklin discusses The Night Language, the larger landscape of appropriation and empathy, immigration and power structures, and intimacy and representation.
National Poetry Month Day 5: Franny Choi
Every year, The Rumpus celebrates National Poetry Month with new poems daily from poets we admire. We aim to illustrate a variety of voices and perspectives in contemporary poetry.
Notes from a Former Ghost
Once there was a little parrot and she carried one drop of water at a time in a leaf she held in her beak. I forget who she was carrying the water to.