Don’t miss this poem from Sherman Alexie’s forthcoming collection, Blasphemy: New and Selected Stories. “Until he became an elephant, Sheldon referred to his left hand as ‘my hand’ and to…
Filmgoers this year who saw the documentary The Cave of Forgotten Dreams in 3-D (or not) entered the prehistoric Chauvet caves of Southern France in a stunning modern way. The…
We’re never satisfied with the thirty days that April allots us for National Poetry Month, so we’re extending it a bit. Enjoy! Zoo Unbridled, the sick pony traverses listlessly a…
In the opening poem of Christopher Howell’s Gaze, “Home Stretch,” he concludes with, “Receive me. Here are my silver / wings, in accordance with custom. Inside of them / leaves…
We’re never satisfied with just the 30 days that April offers for National Poetry Month, so we’re keeping it going for a little while longer. Machine Song I Xerox what…
Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April. From “Sungone Noon” One raised…
Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April. A Children’s Story One snowflake…
The promised west in The Oregon Trail IS The Oregon Trail is an amalgam of bootstrap romance, wilderness bordered by suburban sprawl, death, and the ferocity of natural processes.
Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April. Nine Out of Ten Dentists…
It’s the project of the impossible, then, that makes Yau’s new collection so provocative and provoking, so worth reading, even for a reader’s or poet’s temperament that might be different…