Jill McDonough
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RUMPUS POETRY BOOK CLUB EXCERPT: Jealous of Children By Jill McDonough
An excerpt from The Rumpus Poetry Book Club‘s October selection, American Treasure by Jill McDonough forthcoming from Alice James Books on November 8, 2022 Subscribe by September 15 to the Poetry Book Club to receive this title and an invitation…
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Great Pain, Great Pleasure: Here All Night, Nightshade, and Blazons
All three remind readers that what is imagined is not always real and the world is not as expected.
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A Divine Comedy of Experience: Hannah Ensor’s Love Dream with Television
Art is a fickle running buddy, legacy jumps out unexpectedly, and love is too serious not to joke about.
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The Rumpus Mini-Interview Project #127: Tara Skurtu
“A poem is not a perfect puzzle, yet it is precisely a perfect puzzle.”
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What to Read When You’re Feeling like a Criminal
Rumpus editors share their favorite fiction, poetry, and nonfiction books that deal with crime, criminals, and the criminal justice system.
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National Poetry Month Day 21: “War With Computers” by Jill McDonough
War with Computers “We don’t make war with computers.” —Captain Kirk in Star Trek, “A Taste of Armageddon,” 1966 Now we hover at 5000 feet. It’s not a fair fight, but IEDs aren’t fair, either. We watch day and night.…
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National Poetry Month Day 17: “Brandon Bryant: MQ-1 Predator Sensor Operator” by Jill McDonough
Brandon Bryant: MQ-1 Predator Sensor Operator He lives in Montana now. Talks to German magazines, plus Canadian radio shows. He coaches soccer, still has to tell us everything. How it works, how many screens. How many fly one drone. Fourteen,…
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The Rumpus Interview with Jill McDonough
Poet Jill McDonough chats about teaching in prisons, controversial art exhibits, getting lost in research, and writing fifty sonnets about American executions.
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“Accident, Mass. Ave.” by Jill McDonough
I grew up on Mass Ave. in John Leary House, a low-income apartment building for former homeless families run by The Catholic Worker. I remember the street as dirty, exciting and loud… this was the 1980s, before the Boston neighborhood…

