Rumpus Exclusive: Cover Reveal for How to Love the World
An exclusive look at the cover of the forthcoming anthology, HOW TO LOVE THE WORLD.
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Posts Tagged: Joy Harjo
Disrupting Language Hierarchies: Talking with Judith Santopietro
Judith Santopietro discusses TIAWANAKU. POEMAS DE LA MADRE COQA/POEMS FROM THE MOTHER COQA.
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Intimate and Vast: Postcolonial Love Poem by Natalie Diaz
This is stunning work—painful, embodied, and glorious.
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Notable San Francisco: 12/4–12/10
Literary events in and around the Bay Area this week!
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Notable Philadelphia: 11/12–11/18
Literary events in and around Philly this week!
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Fragmenting Forward: Brute by Emily Skaja
After all, isn’t this often the truth of loss? What once was home becomes a graveyard.
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Rooted to the Earth: The Carrying by Ada Limón
Limón’s ability to express her speaker’s connection to the earth, her desire to bring forth life in all its forms, is breathtaking.
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ENOUGH: Clara, Too
A Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
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The Rumpus Mini-Interview Project #131: Lisa Wells
“I always feel like I’m starting over. I don’t know how I ever wrote a poem. I really do have that feeling.”
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The Rumpus Book Club Chat with Terese Mailhot
Terese Mailhot discusses her debut memoir, Heart Berries, writing candidly about one’s personal life, and the good that can come from anger.
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Literary events and readings in and around L.A. this week!
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: A House, a Girl
The day you follow me to that mound of oyster shells on the beach is the day I realize muscle and bone have been at war for a long, long time.
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The Rumpus Interview with Joy Harjo
Joy Harjo is a craftswoman of poetry. Her poems are constructed with such precision and graceful narration that I don’t consider them to be mere poems, but sermons.
...moreThe Last Poem I Loved: She Had Some Horses by Joy Harjo
Reading my own poetry feels like looking into a blurred old mirror at an antique shop. I can’t tell if I look good or pale and pasty. I can’t figure out if it’s my writing or my self-criticism that is falling flat. But lately that’s been changing. I’ve been writing poems that aren’t cast in […]
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