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The Woman in My Head: A Conversation with Emily Maloney
There’s a lot of rules or feelings about how writing a book should be, but very little of that actually corresponds with reality.
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The Divine Aquatic
After all these years, I know now that what felt like rebirth to me had felt like—had been—near-death for them.
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What It Means to be Human: Natashia Deón’s The Perishing
A review of THE PERISHING: “[H]ope keeps you in the ring, pushing off the ropes. Hope keeps you in the fight.”
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ENOUGH: Girl Power
A Rumpus series of work by women, trans, and nonbinary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
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Letter to a Poet: Matthew Olzmann on Writing Humor & Befriending Whales
Matthew Olzmann: [S]uddenly the poem becomes this meditation on mortality, but at no point do you think, “Oh my gosh, Yusef, why is he talking to a maggot or how does he know this maggot? Or what kind of relationship…
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Sketch Book Reviews: Between Two Kingdoms by Suleika Jaouad
An illustrated review of Suleika Jaouad’s new book, BETWEEN TWO KINGDOMS.
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Alexa Patrick
The first boy to call me beautiful / had hair like a waving fist, walked / down the hallway, radius of curl / beckoning white hands that he’d / allow, though, I’d watch a little / light in him dim to tar.
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The Rumpus Book Club Chat with Gabrielle Civil
Gabrielle Civil discusses her new collection, THE DÉJÀ VU.
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Celebrate Everything: A Conversation with Kim Fu
An interview with Kim Fu about writing the collection Lesser Known Monsters of the 21st Century.
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A Palimpsest of Art and Memory: Pollak’s Arm by Hans von Trotha
Jean Huets reviews Hans von Trotha’s historical novel, Pollak’s Arm.
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You Keep Everything Outside
“So it’s a surprise to you—and not entirely a pleasant one—when you fall in love with someone who has a penis. You thought you’d set up defenses against the possibility, but here he is, and here you are, loving him.”
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Parallax
Summer was ending, and my sister was shrinking. I first noticed when we were sitting on the dock near the lake at our summer camp; as she stretched her bare leg toward the water, I saw a new striation of…