Carl Phillips
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The Brink of Unbearable: Careen by Grace Shuyi Liew
[I]t is as if I am learning a new language with each poem.
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More Than Ordinary: If the House by Molly Spencer
Attention—where it is, where it is not—pervades If the House.
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National Poetry Month Day 7: Carl Phillips
The Rumpus celebrates National Poetry Month with new poems daily from poets we admire, illustrating a variety of voices and perspectives in contemporary poetry.
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Our Lady of Perpetual Movement: Analicia Sotelo’s Virgin
These speaker(s) don’t need to offer us explanation.
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Language Is Sensational: A Conversation with Eileen G’Sell
Eileen G’Sell discusses her debut collection, Life After Rugby, how and why she chose her book’s title, and challenging gender categories.
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Yes, and: Simulacra by Airea D. Matthews
Matthews is a poet of multivalent ways and hows, an artist at home in the riddle of refusal.
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A Recommended Reading List for Trump’s America
We asked nineteen authors what books they’d suggest as recommended reading in light of America’s new political reality.
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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Phillip B. Williams
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Phillip B. Williams about his new book Thief in the Interior, form in poetry, and balancing editing work with one’s own.
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Weekend Rumpus Roundup
First, Brandon Hicks’s most recent comic provides a guidepost for the maturing male artist. Then, in a cutting Saturday Essay, Eileen G’Sell exposes the forward-looking and regressive trends in advertising. Though Progressive’s fully-clothed and “offbeat” spokeswoman, “Flo,” is a step in the right direction,…
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Reconnaissance by Carl Phillips
Alana Folsom reviews Carl Phillips’s Reconnaissance today in Rumpus Poetry.
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This Week in Short Fiction: A Guide to AWP
It’s that time of year again, where writers young and old, from all corners of the country, come to congregate in one gigantic, frenetic, neurotic, alcohol-infused crowd, in a couple of fancy hotels no one can really afford, to stay…
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Double Shadow by Carl Phillips
Double Shadow seems to find the poet at mid-breath, or in a time of transition where the voice may be in flux from previous work; but the watchful eye, and the careful hand that crafts these verses, is still ever-present.