None of my furniture matches. Two red bar stools. One green cast iron chair, slowly turning gold. A chestnut drawer thing– I don’t know it’s proper name– it has three drawers, each packed with personal journals, and it has two shelves, packed with Artforums and with picture albums that revolve around my smile and with science books for children that I kept because they make more sense than the adult science books do; it’s a beautiful drawer thing, chestnut accentuates thick black cast iron knots....more
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I live on an intentional community in Middlesex, New York – about an hour south of Rochester, near Canandaigua Lake. While I haven’t been here long, and don’t know how long I’ll stay, I do live here.
I sleep in the attic, but mostly I live in the garden....more
I live in Huntington Beach, which is in Orange County, California. We are famous for surf contests and skinheads, but I have only seen the latter, usually at 7-11. Skinheads like 7-11 coffee....more
I live two hours and a lifetime away from Los Angeles. I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about that. My mother’s an actress, I told the kids on the playground, or my father is a producer, both marginally true and also total fabrications....more
I live on Bomarc Lane, which is located in Satellite Beach on Florida’s Space Coast and is about two miles away from Patrick Air Force Base. The street is named after the Bomarc missile, the only surface to air missile deployed by the Air Force....more
I live on 1.5 acres in the Santa Monica Mountains in a house that was built in the 1920s out of local stone. Most of the original buildings in the area are made out of the same stone, from the old post office to a local biker hang-out....more
I live on 13th Street in apartment #13. The superstitious address came with a discounted rent. My roommate is a high school English teacher, so our bookshelves are stacked with multiple copies of classics like The Color Purple and The Elements of Style, which is comforting....more
I wake sticky hot in the early afternoon to the sounds of construction next door, Rottweilers barking down below and Chinese workers squabbling as a Puerto Rican woman screams from her window for someone unknown. I take out my earplugs and remove my eye mask as the fan ripples the sheets....more
We sent a note to members of The Rumpus Book Club asking for a paragraph or two about where they live.
I live in Brooklyn, about two blocks from the Promenade (which would be called an esplanade in Manhattan, or anywhere else really, but language changes once you enter Brooklyn) and it was there, on a park bench, looking at the river, that I read the book club selection....more