I thought Roger taught me to watch, to look, to see. I thought he taught me to formulate opinions, discern a smart plot from schlock. I was wrong. He taught me that writing drives a stake into our time, priceless, however brief....more
Posts Tagged: illness
I began to lack reality. I took to baggy tops and A-line silhouettes to hide my poking collarbone, my meatless hips. I took up as much space as I could in bulky sweaters. I compensated for my diminishing reality by covering over my negative space....more
My mother died suddenly at a dining room table, in the middle of a wonderful meal, surrounded by a large, extended family that loved her. One minute she was completely immersed in the world—talking, laughing, eating—and the next minute she was gone....more
My mother’s body horrified me. Nine years old, I watched her dress. Her belly was rippled and sagged and scarred—a used-up bag of nothing....more
What does not occur to me at the moment of this bloodlust, will not until much later, is that I am actively seeking the violence. I want to witness the worst....more
Steve Prefontaine, known simply as Pre to the hordes of teenage runners who idolized him, once said, “Somebody may beat me, but they are going to have to bleed to do it.”...more
It’s Monday. You’re working hard. Take a moment to stop and smell the weekend Rumpus roundup.
First, Yumi Sakugawa takes us to the heart of the forest in a comic about a dead spider king.
Then, Liz Prato starts coughing and can’t stop in her Sunday Rumpus essay “In Sickness and In Health“:
What can we and can’t we handle, and who decides?
Years after losing her entire family, the author takes a romantic vacation in paradise and instead must confront the physical manifestations of her grief....more
The unpublished catalogue of fiction inspired by illness is limitless, composed every day, at every hour, in every hospital, clinic, hospice, and bedroom where the ill and injured and even the mildly indisposed attempt to make sense of our altered conditions....more