Posts Tagged: marijuana

Death, Memory, and Other Superpowers

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There was no cedar chest filled with tissue-wrapped rattles, handprint art projects, and bronzed baby shoes. Our parents never spoke of our missing sister. ...more

Voices on Addiction: The Honeybee

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She never stopped, a bee buzzing from flower to flower to flower, collecting all the sweetness she could. ...more

Rumpus Original Fiction: The Barbecue

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Up close, the beach was disgusting and tragic. A million tiny pieces of plastic were heaped on the shore like confetti from a hundred parades, or like the real sand on the beach threw up. ...more

The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Daddy Issues

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What I’m saying is I was a fucking wreck and it’s not my dad’s fault. ...more

The Storming Bohemian Punks the Muse #12: What Is Safety?

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Oh better far to live and die
Under the brave black flag I fly
Then play a sanctimonious part
With a pirate head and a pirate heart!!

The Pirates of Penzance

At fifteen years old, I was a runaway. It was perhaps 9:30 at night, my first night out, having hitchhiked a couple of hundred miles north towards Tallahassee, when they rushed me to the emergency room from the teen center where I’d gone to look for a crash pad.

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Rumpus Original Fiction: April, 1968

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Used to see lots of psychedelic princes and princesses on Haight Street. Not many these days. But here were hundreds of the turned on and tuned in, dressed like birds and peacocks in heat. ...more

FUNNY WOMEN #144: Food Reviews by Third Grader

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This refined combination will transport taste buds into a state of euphoria matched only when capturing a rare Mewtwo on Pokémon Go. ...more

The Storming Bohemian Punks the Muse #5: Vulcan Mind Meld, Anyone?

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Your Storming Bohemian is emphatically a child of the early 70s. At fifteen, I lived in a hippie commune under the guidance of an eccentric psychologist, later diagnosed as bipolar. All I knew is, he was hella fun. Dr. Bill wasn’t the sort to make a fuss about school attendance, regular hours, pot smoking, or style of dress (or undress, for that matter).

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The Diary of Anaïs Nin While Binge-Watching Broad City

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One episode after another with every outrageous twist and turn. I smile but no laughter comes—just a gaping mouth wishing to devour more! ...more

Reading Mademoiselle Gantrel

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We squinted into the smoky room and saw ourselves on junior year abroad, frolicking on the Left Bank with artists in berets like hers. ...more

David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: Primal Talk

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One of the thrills of being a writer is becoming aware of the wildness that percolates inside of you. If you’ve learned to listen, you’re able to hear it. ...more

Rumpus Original Fiction: Swans and Other Lies

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As she presses against Patterson, she feels her feet softening, losing gravity. He’s embracing her, willing her to disappear, swallowing her. ...more

Conversations with Literary Ex-Cons: Jack Gantos

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Jack Gantos discusses the sense of “delusional invincibility” he had in 1970s New York that led him to prison—and then on to a career as an award-winning children’s book author. ...more

The Rumpus Interview with Tyler Gartzman

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Rapper Tyler Gartzman talks about getting high, hypothetically making out with George Bush, not getting laid since high school, and how a white, Jewish kid in Atlanta became a talented hip-hop wordsmith. ...more