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From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: Any Good Wife
Airong’s voice was stern, matter-of-fact. “I’m pregnant.”
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From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: No Good
The sounds that she would expect here are entirely absent. There are no cries, no weeping. Just soothing, muffled tones.
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ENOUGH: Landlines
Before my father killed her, my mother spent her evenings telling me the story of how she came to America. Every night, the way she started was with something new.
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From the Archive: Sunday Rumpus Poetry: Three Poems by Fatimah Asghar
& yes, my family did raise me right. Yes, / they cleaned their bones & cracked them clean / open to suck. Would fight over cartilage & knuckle/Sip the marrow’s nectar from urn. .
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Woven Fibers and Broken Threads: Katherine Agyemaa Agard’s of colour
To be imbricated in hundreds of years of colonial violence is to be entangled in colorist logics and stories of loss and belonging that are rarely linear or singular.
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The Burden of Translation: Talking with Leonora Simonovis
Leonora Simonovis discusses her debut collection, STUDY OF THE RAFT.
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The Trauma of Surviving: Tastes Like War by Grace M. Cho
Amid all this survival, Cho carries the reader through with the comfort of food.
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Tongue Stuck
It was a kind of madness to speak a language to my son that I hadn’t used in almost a decade.
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Performing Violence: A Conversation with Jocelyn Nicole Johnson
Jocelyn Nicole Johnson discusses her debut story collection, MY MONTICELLO.
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Of Language and Lineage: Carlina Duan’s Alien Miss
All the while, the sound of the poetry behind the telling is sharp, rhythmic, and controlled.
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Tracing the Wolf
To brand myself with something I feared and sought to subdue seemed like a reclamation.
