The Latest
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A Month Without a Map
We plant gardens on the banks of trenches, tending muddy flowerbeds we may never see blossom. We load our babies into the car to drop them off at daycare on our way to work in a beach town, and never…
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Bird-of-Paradise
He imagines birds arriving in droves to bathe, drink, and preen. Their small beating bodies crowding this vanity he has made, sounds of their reverie like the soft plinks of coins dropped in fountains.
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Presentamos “El Alboroto”
Es un hecho que vivimos en un mundo en el que diariamente conviven diversas culturas e idiomas, aun así, desgraciadamente, ciertos grupos se rehúsan a aceptar esta realidad. Nosotros queremos animar y ser parte de ese intercambio. The Rumpus nació…
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What Is Freedom: Joan As Police Woman
I am the dance floor.I am the mirrored face of the lake.I am the ragged end of the abandoned water pipeburied deep under the ocean where bacteria fuck and socialize.Water under water over water inside water outside water —aren’t we…
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The One Who Loved Is Not the One Who Betrayed: On “Severance,” Identity, and the Shifting Selves of Love
You remember your younger self’s devotion the way you remember a book you once loved: vivid, moving, but no longer yours.
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Critical Analysis
We’ve become vegan since moving to Oregon this fall for jobs as adjunct writing instructors, Norma from Chicago, where she’d had to flee “her Virgo stalker,” and me from New York. We’d both dropped out of PhD programs and received…
