Okay, a quick confession—I’m terrible at gifting. I occasionally land on the mark, but most of the time my ideas are either wild guesses or something thrown together in a panic, and I often fall back on the classics . . .
Expanding The Rumpus’s membership program to at least 600 members is necessary for us to cover our basic operating costs and continue our mission of publishing risk-taking voices and emerging writers.
I was an adopted only child who taught myself to read at the age of three. Books were my world, my companions and my solace. I gravitated towards stories of…
In our cultural climate of reflecting and experiencing so much societal, governmental, and personal harm; it’s no wonder many have returned and revived poetry as a balm for the current moment.