brain cancer
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A Kind of Balm: Angel Bones by Ilyse Kusnetz
Except she isn’t windless and neither are we, thanks to her.
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Hannibal Lecter, My Therapist
In the dark, I felt at home in the underground bunker where the hospital stored its violent men.
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Weekend Rumpus Roundup
The weekend is over, but the Rumpus features remain. Another installation of Yumi and Everyone We Know about fire tigers (they only burn you alive if you forget to offer them candy). And a Sunday Rumpus essay called “On Color, Brain…
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: On Color, Brain Cancer, and the Possibility I am Already Dead
When the author discovers that even his “favorite color” isn’t safe from reinvention, he sets out to explore what it means to maintain a fixed identity over time.