The Poem is Second, Living is First: An Interview with Tim Z. Hernandez
Above everything else, people come first.
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The Sound of Home: Sonorous Desert by Kim Haines-Eitzen
. . . if we open our ears . . . we might even find ourselves feeling truly home
National Poetry Month Day 18: Kazim Ali
Celebrate National Poetry Month with new poems daily, featuring a variety of voices and perspectives in contemporary poetry.
From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: The Bad Kind of Puppy
That was when she realized: the ticking was coming from inside herself.
National Poetry Month Day 17: Timothy Liu
Celebrate National Poetry Month with new poems daily, featuring a variety of voices and perspectives in contemporary poetry.
National Poetry Month Day 16: Iliana Rocha
Celebrate National Poetry Month with new poems daily, featuring a variety of voices and perspectives in contemporary poetry.
National Poetry Month Day 15: Cynthia Manick
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What to Read When You Want to Elevate the Everyday
. . . the high domestic: not high as in refined or exclusive, but high as in the ordinary, accessible thing imagined or presented as worthy of attention and delight.
National Poetry Month Day 14: Karisma Price
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ENOUGH: Tracing the Sheets
He lived in the house behind us. We lived in a duplex on Second Street in Chambersburg, Pennsylvania—a small town. I always thought it was the hugest, coolest house ever.…
National Poetry Month Day 13: Jos Charles
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I Freed Myself from Needing to Make Sense: A Conversation with Leila Chatti
I’ve learned by now my mind is smarter than I am, than my conscious self—it’s doing all sorts of things in there, unbeknownst to me. I often tell my students that the poem knows better than I do, and so I shouldn’t be arrogant enough to think I’m in control.