Ken Rumble has spent a lot of time listening to the Softies, the Magnetic Fields, and Pinback since the new year. He's also nowhere near done with the final revision of his first poetry manuscript. Recently he went with his father and daughter to the National Zoo and saw the baby elephant which, he was surprised to realize, looks just like a person in an elephant suit. He lives, writes, teaches, bicycles, and is a general lay-about in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, where there are no baby elephants of which he is aware. His poems and reviews have appeared in 5AM, Gumball Poetry, Rain Taxi, Small Press Review, and Pennsylvania English.
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