TORCH: The Reunion
He was and still is a stranger, uninhabitable and distant like a whisper in a language I don’t quite understand.
...moreHe was and still is a stranger, uninhabitable and distant like a whisper in a language I don’t quite understand.
...moreTo truly know a land is to become it—to embody its storms in your bones, taste its dark soil beneath your nails, know the tangled history of the people who walked before you.
...moreWhat you cannot put into words cannot become a lie.
...more[T]o be a tourist in a foreign country is very different than being a tourist in a foreign country where you are expected to feel you have returned home.
...more[J]ust as bad nonfiction can be written to tell a lie, good fiction can be written to tell the truth.
...moreAmerica: land where anything can and does happen. Doors blow open by magic when you step on a rubber mat.
...moreKatia D. Ulysse discusses her forthcoming novel, Mouths Don’t Speak, the importance of religion and music in the novel and in Haitian culture, and why Haiti will always be “home.”
...moreHaroon Moghul discusses How to Be a Muslim: An American Story, his own religious journey, and the blessings that come with being an outsider.
...moreI’m writing about the border through the eyes of children because the border is a problem of the imagination.
...moreKarolina Ramqvist discusses The White City, her first novel to be translated to English, and the idea of a writer’s persona out in the world versus a just being a writer, writing.
...moreShe was brave, coming to the station that day. It was still a time when people seen associating with the “traitors” could have had trouble from the KGB.
...moreHere is the genuine article: a young, American man, who expects the things he wants to come quickly, with just a word, a smile. So be it.
...moreJenny Zhang discusses her story collection Sour Heart, trying to escape the past, collective versus individual responsibility for trauma, and love as imprisonment.
...moreLove of country, some argue. With their boots firmly planted in my chest as I struggle to protest. No, that is not love, but blindness.
...moreGeeta Kothari discusses her debut collection, American xenophobia, and the immigrant narrative.
...moreA collection of short pieces written by Rumpus readers pertaining to the subject of “The New Patriot.”
...morePoet and essayist Jennifer S. Cheng discusses her collection House A, working “in the dark,” and the idea of home.
...moreI left the car by the roadside and ran up the slope, in tears now, reaching the picnic tables and swings and, as bright and vivid as in my dreams, my purple-shaped climbing frame, exactly as I remembered it.
...moreRajith Savanadasa discusses his debut novel, Ruins, writing across oceans, and the chance encounter with refugees that led to the story at the heart of his novel.
...moreAll those prank calls were partly a way of taking control of the unknown, the ambiguity of that space between “hello” and whatever comes next.
...moreTamiko Nimura talks about the influence of history, memory, and silence on her work; creating a private MFA for herself; and writing a generational memoir.
...moreOctavio is tired, tired of trying to separate what he remembers so vividly from the memories he can barely make out in the fog.
...moreThese aren’t ghosts; these are children who have braved a perilous journey to escape the violent nightmares back home.
...moreWith each word, I found myself thinking of my own grandmother’s journey, escaping war to America with no money, no education, and six children, the pain of this experience inevitably hardening the whole family.
...moreBut still: A pattern. The trauma had been diluted by time. But, it was still present, still discernible, in my blood.
...moreMy day job is driving on the ride sharing platform, Lyft. Several years ago, I retired from teaching school to devote myself to writing and painting and lived off savings until I couldn’t. Four years ago, I started driving Lyft so I wouldn’t have to take a straight job and could focus on my creative […]
...moreIt paralyzes me to think about the sacrifices my family made before I was in my mother’s womb. When they came here they knew they would lose a part of their language, their memories, their sanctity of self.
...moreThe sounds I made were pleasant to my ears, but that’s all they were to me. I was too young to understand what culture and heritage meant, too young to understand the reasons behind memorizing ancient poems.
...moreThe violence came in and we were not just in danger of being victims of it. We were in danger of being violent ourselves.
...morePoet Corinne Lee on writing her epic book-length poem Plenty and finding new ways to live in a rapidly changing world.
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