From the Archive: The Saturday Rumpus Essay: DNA
Of course, maybe dividing the world into two kinds of people is just another way of making sure there is a crack in everything. When can you smooth out this fault line?
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Posts Tagged: Nicole Walker
Notable Online: 11/15–11/21
Literary events taking place virtually this week!
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Notable Los Angeles: 6/17–6/23
Literary events in and around L.A. this week!
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What to Read When You Feel Fragmented and Seek Structure
Chelsea Biondolillo shares a reading list in celebration of her debut essay collection, THE SKIN BIRD.
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How We Cycle through Our Lives: Talking with Chelsey Clammer
Chelsey Clammer discusses her new essay collection, Circadian, her writing process, and the body as text.
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Come Together through Bodies: Jennifer Colville’s Elegies for Uncanny Girls
The female body here is as palpable as image. As the images and objects transform, so does the female’s body.
...moreWeekend Rumpus Roundup
First, in the Saturday Essay, Nicole Walker considers her relationship with her partner, Erik, and the ways that raising children fray that relationship. When they sleep apart, the absent intimacy of the shared bed becomes a symbol for their difficulties and for the “notion of ‘one.’” When Walker draws a line between two different kinds […]
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Inner Resources
To stop yourself from killing yourself, you stir things up a bit. Change your basic weather patterns. Find the ocean inside of you.
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door of thin skins by Shira Dentz
Nicole Walker reviews Shira Dentz’s door of thin skins today in Rumpus Poetry.
...more“Call the Clock,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Nicole Walker
Call the Clock I was a little envious. I’d only ever had one and he— cat o’ hearts—he had nine. He traded them in every time they got broken.
...moreWhen I Go Outdoors, Light Splits
The poems in This Noisy Egg are always engaging and hold the reader’s attention, but they do not feel un-tethered or dangerous. Reading them, I had the sensation that there was little room for what Stanley Kunitz called “wilderness,” the part of the poem that appears to write itself, unhinged from the fantasies and illusions […]
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