VISIBLE: Women Writers of Color: Tania James
Tania James discusses her most recent novel, The Tusk That Did the Damage, the challenges of writing an elephant narrator, and the moment when she knew she could be a writer.
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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Tess Taylor
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Tess Taylor about her new collection Work & Days, manual labor, and the lyric possibilities in small fields.
Harvesting Our Desires
What can the medium of the video game tell us about our collective desires as a society? According to Alfie Brown’s essay for The New Inquiry, a lot actually. The…
The Big Idea: Mark Bittman
Suzanne Koven talks to food journalist, author, and activist Mark Bittman about his “Big Idea”—how food has changed in the last fifty years, and how to teach our children to eat better.
A Library of Seeds
Albuquerque’s newest library won’t have any books. Instead, the new library will focus on agricultural seeds. Farmers can checkout seeds, plant them, and return new seeds after the harvest.
Spotlight: Peter Witte’s “Bacon, Egg, & Oats”
Visual artist and writer Peter Witte is unsure whether the killing of a sentient being is problematic, but he wishes that bacon, one of his favorite foods, could exist without all the suffering.
Daisy Duke and the Manosphere
The story goes, if you can dehumanize a population with a stereotype, there’s no need to share their fate.
The Rumpus Interview with Jamie Kornegay
Novelist Jamie Kornegay talks about his debut, Soil, life in Mississippi, writing humor effectively, and the geography of isolation.
Fantasy Football for Poets: Dispatch #2
“You want your cup to overflow,” he said. “My cup is causing a flood.”
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Symposium on Plot (Road)
A rural meditation on the meaning of plot and place.
Literary Pioneers
Neither publishing books nor running a farm are particular easy career choices, but the folks over at Pioneers Press do both. The Pitch has an extensive write up on the…
Red Tooth Claw
In a borrowed bed, in a foreign room, I woke up to a cry, raw and guttural like a baby’s first breath. My bedside lamp was still on, and the…