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.
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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.
Voices on Addiction: Tender
Words can’t capture a personality like numbers can’t capture a person.
“Why Are You Still Resisting?”: On M.M. Olivas’s Sundown in San Ojuela
Olivas’s novel is a gross-as-hell ghost story and a razor-sharp vision of the present moment, a multi-narrator rollercoaster you’ll binge like your favorite television show.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Leaves of a Cypress Tree
You had to knock thrice slowly on the door’s edge, said Grandma, and if she didn’t reply, that meant she didn’t want you to come inside.
The Light Realm, the Dark Realm, and Everything in the Middle: A Conversation with Hyeseung Song
People have to give themselves more grace. It takes effort to do what we are doing.
Through the Y2K Looking Glass: A Conversation with Kristen Felicetti
I think as a reader, you can make the mental connection between the internet then and now and how much things have changed.
ENOUGH: Three Poems
I spoke of Love as they speak of God in court, / distant and hypothetical. Something I might bow to / if you could prove it to me.
Getting the Last Laugh: Alexei Navalny’s Patriot
Navalny’s tragicomic memoir, which one might also categorize as his last call to action, accomplishes the feat of keeping the reader so ensconced that they forget the person capturing every ounce of their attention, intellect, and sympathy is no longer alive.