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WHAT TO READ WHEN YOU DON’T LIKE SCARY MOVIES BUT YOUR FRIENDS’ “31 DAYS OF HORROR” POSTS ARE GIVING YOU FOMO
for the queers who love Halloween and are also scaredy-cats
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Voices On Addiction: The Hypnotist
Dad quit smoking via a hypnotist shortly before my sister Margaret was born. When I was eight or nine, he liked telling me the story of the hypnosis, sitting together on the green sofa in the living room, parallelograms of…
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Call for Submissions: November ’23 Adoptee Awareness Month
We’re accepting essays by adoptees from 11/1 through 12/31. Curated by Lauren J. Sharkey, publication in November 2023.
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RUMPUS BOOK CLUB EXCERPT: “WE SWARM” BY Sabrina Imbler
An excerpt from The Rumpus Book Club’s December selection, HOW FAR THE LIGHT REACHES by Sabrina Imbler // Subscribe by November 15
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Tasting Our Own Wildness: Talking with Talia Lakshmi Kolluri
. . . perhaps humanity is not the pinnacle of what a living thing can be . . .
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Night of in Tangas
The problem for my father was the same. He had no money to buy confetti and to top everything off he now owed the price of two corundas.
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Ross Gay Waters the Seed of Joy: A Rumpus Interview
Rightness and goodness and fixedness is not the objective. The objective is to just be curious and wonder about the thing . . .
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Sketch Book Reviews: A Line in the World by Dorthe Nors
While this book is about a tiny part of the world, it’s universal in its particularity—a must-read for anyone who loves lyric essays.
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Scaling The National through Poetics: A dialogue between Rodrigo Toscano and Paisley Rekdal
Transient feelings about feelings of deliverance from (I’d say, national) anxiety. People are micro-dosing on sentimental poetry.
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Constraints: A Hometown Ode
. . . the sheets hold a diagonal crease: the memory of the line, an imprint as obvious and useless as the adult our childhood selves once planned to be.
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Daydreams of Blackness: Some of Them Will Carry Me by Giada Scodellaro
Scodellaro’s characters have autonomy, know their comforts and desires, and find space and safety in the corners of forgotten places. They grieve on countertops, chewing ice and waiting for the return of a lover who has left for another.
