The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Tom Sleigh about his new book, Station Zed,, how reportage and the surreal can combine inside a poem, and secularizing the mysteries of death, redemption, and resurrection.
To an outside observer, it might appear that my father approached death the same way he did life: With a heavy hand and a critical gaze. It may seem like…
First, feast your eyes upon Anne Emond’s visual ode to a lazy weekend and Grant Snider’s cartoon-in-verse, “Outside My Window.” In “Changeling,” Stephen Policoff uses serendipitous advice and the paintings…
All that afternoon the smell in the hallway bothered me. I was cleaning my apartment, making it as nice as I could, running the vacuum, taking out the recycling. But every time I went into the hall, I thought: what is that smell?
The story of how I wrote my second novel begins in 1999, when my four-year-old daughter Anna had a minor accident that caused massive intercranial bleeding.
(adj.); gloomy, morose, or morbid; bad-tempered, irritable; from the Latin agra bili(s) (“black bile”) “Caleb stopped, massaged, then stopped again, as though he felt something under the skin. ‘Too big…
When she becomes pregnant while grieving her newly dead father, Amy Monticello rejects the comforting notions she's offered about completing the cycle of life.