A Fierce Compassion: Women of Resistance: Poems for a New Feminism
WOMEN OF RESISTANCE recognizes this reality with fierce compassion, and a lot of really fine poetry.
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Posts Tagged: Jill McDonough
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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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Solmaz Sharif
Solmaz Sharif discusses her new collection Look, the difference between nearness and similarity, and the level of ownership we have over stories.
...moreNational 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. We don’t make war with computers, though; we’re not there yet, are we? When did […]
...moreNational 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, and two. He marks targets, the other guy
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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.
...more“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 would become the gentrified district it is today. So when I read Jill McDonough‘s poem […]
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