Portland
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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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Hindsight
The morning snow turns to slush. I put on my glasses, but nothing seems clearer. I am hindsighted.
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Rumpus Exclusive: An Excerpt from Julia Stoops’s Parts Per Million
Kashan stares out at the crowd. “Saddam was hard. This is also hard.”
