Still a Drugstore Cowboy
“Mr. Fogle, hooded and wearing a pink bandana over his face while holding trash cans filled with drugs in both hands, was arrested as he walked out the back door…
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A Life Spasming with Furious Longing
The Salt Ecstasies is really just a beautiful book of poetry, filled with blindingly fierce imagery and destructively skillful writing, but it’s most importantly an honest book, its poems written…
Sideshow Seduction: The Rumpus Interview with Heather Holliday
Heather Holliday was the youngest sword swallower in the world when she first began performing at Coney Island’s Sideshow by the Seashore. Before her act, where she ingests two feet…
Nobody Knows the Way to BEA
I was on my way to Book Expo America on Tuesday when the C train, still in Brooklyn, experienced a preposterously long delay–even for the C train. At first we…
San Francisco Writing Classes
Do you live in San Francisco? Rumpus editor Stephen Elliott is giving a lecture on Writing From Experience June 12 at the San Francisco Writers Grotto. Reserve a space here.…
Fixing Facebook
“Online privacy expectations are evolving, but whether Facebook likes it or not, a lot of us want the privacy settings we signed up for when we joined the service. Here’s…
White Torture
“After I recanted my false confession, my main interrogator essentially told me he knew I was not a spy. My captors may have wanted to use my false confession to…
A Biographer of Violence
“Means’s fictional worlds are ominous, pre-apocalyptic, the hiss after a match is struck but before it ignites. A typical hillside is, ‘silent and gritty, with condoms curled like snakeskins in…
A Morning Coffee Map Amendment
In yesterday’s Morning Coffee I linked to this write-up of the 10 maps that changed the world. Rumpus reader’s, evidently quite the antiquarian map enthusiasts, proceeded to email me expressing…
Morning Coffee
The Rumpus is not above posting stories about astronauts pooping. The Sea of Galilee is out of fish. Celebrate Memorial Day right, by buying me a woolly rhinoceros skeleton. Frank…