scale
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Scale
With my first blood, a scale appears, hard and iridescent in the soft skin below my arm. In bathroom mirror light, elbow raised, I press and prod, fingertips rusted from menstrual discovery. They trace red, which soaks into the skin…
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National Poetry Month Day 23: Nathan McClain
Every year, The Rumpus celebrates National Poetry Month with new poems daily from poets we admire. We aim to illustrate a variety of voices and perspectives in contemporary poetry.
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The Rumpus Interview with Cole Swensen
Cole Swensen, author of fifteen collections of poetry, discusses her work, walking, and her recent travels.