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A Utopia of One’s Own: Heaven Is a Place on Earth by Adrian Shirk
. . . utopia is a living, breathing, imperfect thing that expands and grows with us. It’s always a reflection of our individual selves, of the larger communities we choose, and of the time and place we are born into.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: You’re Not Going to Believe This
Everyone already thinks I love you so no one will believe the situation in which we find ourselves, orchestrated by me, is an accident. At first it made sense. When I asked if you, a fellow bookmaker, if you wanted…
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Everyone is a comprehensive mess: The Rumpus Interview with Robert Lopez
[Your] chosen Bermuda Triangle: the battered psyche of a man, the chosen amnesia of our society, and the resultant nausea of an era.
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Rumpus Book Club Excerpt: Linea Nigra by Jazmina Barrera
An excerpt from Jazmina Barrera’s LINEA NIGRA out from Two Lines Press in May 2022.
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Kyle Dacuyan
Casual amnesia Sunday I saw several people crying at the airport. One man on his phone begging the person on the other line to please stop calling and checking on him. I gathered that the mother of…
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Call for Submissions: September ’22 Themed Month
Education is perhaps the most vulnerable and intimate experience people can have with each other that is not familial or romantic. It’s so easy for the classroom to be either harmful—consider the destruction of a person’s curiosity and confidence in…
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So Much At Risk: Talking with Christopher Soto
If I am audacious enough to imagine [my] reader, then I imagine this is a person who has never had the option to look away.
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Perfectly Made and Frighteningly Fragile: This Boy We Made by Taylor Harris
We must learn to see the divine even in our sorrow
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Getting Through It & Charting the Edges
Welcome to our themed “issue” for Mental Health Awareness Month.
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The Present in Its Most Vivid Colors: A Conversation with Ben Shattuck
What does a growth of new grass on a hillside in spring make you feel? Is it a mixture of nostalgia and hope? Or what does a distant mountain range wreathed in a crown of clouds make you feel?
