fathers
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From the Archives: Voices on Addiction: None of This Is Bullshit
I was fine. No one and nothing could hurt me.
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From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Forty-Six
Waiting to turn forty-six is like standing in the unrelenting sunshine.
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From the Archive: Explicit Violence
Afterward, there was dead silence in the kitchen. I know because I held my breath. Even air molecules seemed to still.
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From the Archive: What Burns in the Pit
“Things can catch fire even when they let each other go. But we don’t give up. We don’t stop loving them.”
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Joy in Persistence: Siri Hustvedt on Writing and the Need for Adaptive Grandiosity
Everyone, even the most tell-all writer, withholds something in the interests of protecting herself or others, but my interest in my own stories has always been to use them to illustrate larger stories about the culture . . .
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A Childhood Story
My father didn’t like my movie choices. He said they weren’t realistic. He’d been in the Air Force and was deployed in Vietnam. He’d brought back his own war stories.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: What Wasn’t
She gave him a small, relieved laugh. In another world, she replied.
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What Russian Grammar Taught Me about Death
I wanted to feel in control of something, but I didn’t know how to say that.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Being the Baby’s Heart
I took a deep breath. A long one. And I started rocking again.
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Gods Arrive Where We Pay Attention: A Conversation with Avni Vyas
Avni Vyas discusses her debut poetry collection, LITTLE GOD.
