Rumpus Original Fiction: Crusher
Under your puffer, you sweat from the exertion of the approach, but each step brings cooler air. It won’t be long before the rock becomes numbingly cold.
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“I’m not trying to break you”: A Conversation with Carvell Wallace
The events are doing the writing for me, and my job as a stylist is to simply get out of the way and let the story tell itself.
I Didn’t Learn My Grandfather’s Name Until He Died
On the phone with my father, I volunteer my shame and regret through tears. His name. How could I not know his name?
Funny Women: 10 Most Anticipated AI-Generated Books
It’s a book worth reading to page fifty and then regifting.
A Dad in the World
I always knew I wanted to be a parent, but I didn't know I'd be a dad specifically.
A Tight-Lipped Kind of Love: Jennifer Manthey’s The Fight
Through her terse yet piercing consideration of this school fight...Manthey asks us to look directly into the historically charged layers of the book’s eponymous fight.
Living in The In Between: A Conversation with Anna Mantzaris
When women are in partnerships—being a wife or a girlfriend of a partner—we take on all these different roles but they’re always changing. Our jobs are always changing and evolving.
Telling My Daughter the List of Things I’ve Been Wrong About
There are far more jumbled states possible than whole ones, but occasionally in the shaking, maybe a piece or two comes out together.
Like A Mother: Joyelle McSweeney’s Death Styles
For the reader, it is the dedication before McSweeney’s first poem, “for my daughters,” that signals it is time to read.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Care and Feeding
“He’s called before—it’s all routine,” the dispatcher assured him.
“If You Give a Story Something, It Gives It Back:” A Conversation with Morgan Talty
A writer isn’t in control of what’s on the page, the story is. But if you give a story something, it gives it back.
What to Read When You Want to Leave
No one can do the hard work of leaving for you, but you can arm yourself with the stories of others—the closest I’ve come to finding a blueprint.