sometimes, when it rains, we have our doubts… Start your day off right, with gratutious black and white pictures of bridges. In 1944 Japan launched an attack on the US…
In 2005 I began interviewing people I grew up with. Because I left home at thirteen and spent four years in group homes, my social network was significantly wider than…
Congratulations to Carole Ann Duffy, Britain’s new Poet Laureate, and both the first woman and the first openly gay person to hold the position. Mayday Magazine hosts a roundtable on…
I hadn’t thought about it this way before, perhaps because I’m rarely in a dance club anymore, and when I was in them, I was generally too blitzed to pay…
One of the few compensations of growing up as a member of a restrictive, some might even say cultish, religion, is that if you manage to get free of it…
A couple of days ago, we passed along the story that poet Craig Arnold was missing on the small volcanic island of Kuchino-erabu-shima while on a creative exchange fellowship. The…
No doubt because of the media frenzy over the Swine Flu–or whatever we’re calling it now–Harpers has pulled a great piece on the factory farming of swine from their archives.…
Welcome to Saturday morning, home of the screaming hangover. Perhaps I’ll try to get my hands on some watercress. This Day in Tech gives us a short, but interesting, look…
National Poetry Month is over, but you can still read great poetry on The Rumpus. We published a new poem every day in April, including work from D.A. Powell, Michelle…