An Imprecise Translation
There are feelings, memories, behind everything you say. If only it were as simple as putting your hand to your temple.
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Writing in the Aftermath: Paul Rousseau’s Friendly Fire
It wasn’t until I was older and started hunting with my father that I began to understand the implications of proximity to gunfire.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Organ Donor
“How did you decide to make this donation?” the reporter asked.
Open to the World: A Conversation with Irvin Weathersby Jr.
You can walk around with your eyes closed, but if you do decide to open them and embrace the world around you, you can often be injured by what you see.
Wilder’s Mozzy
We feel a pull toward the missing person, want to find them, give a little bark or nip at their heels, then direct them home.
Parallel Practice: Haunting in Theory/Haunting in Practice
Salt is used for food, not purification. Candles should be burned for ambiance, not to manipulate energies.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Paul Hlava Ceballos
Ay chiquitín, I think but do not say— / the language and tone feel / of another world.
The First Book: Zahid Rafiq
There were feelings, images, voices, silences, and there is life, the experience of living. It came from that.
One Can Be Alive Again: Madeleine Cravens’s Pleasure Principle
Cravens’s reliance on and loyalty to the image become a propulsive, vibrating force—this is a poetics of presence, of that which is tangible....
Memoir as a Vehicle for Connection: A Conversation with Sarah LaBrie
If I can be as specific as possible about my own understanding of my experience, that will have to resonate with some other people.
Still Working on It
You shouldn’t beat them with your hand, because they will hate you and bite it, so you use mass media instead.