Softmongering
I wake aching; I know nothing about living, though I've been alive all my life, afraid of giving.
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Dabin Jeong
What time is it there / It is like another world / Have you eaten yet
The First Book: Eddie Ahn
The themes in the book subsequently shaped the story’s chronology and created a different style of graphic storytelling, connecting my family’s history with my community work and service.
Embodiment as a Sensorial Practice in Saretta Morgan’s Alt-Nature
Morgan practices the language of collective and enumerated ecologies . . . lexicons we often consider distinct, without an ecotone.
Mother-Daughter Bonds and the Power of Greek Myth: A Conversation with Ann Batchelder
My hope is that as a society we can emphasize compassion over stigma and treatment over punishment.
Holding a Mirror to Realism in The Novices of Lerna
His fictional world, as presented in this novella, develops a split truth, one where narrative reality and absurdist abstraction hang in the balance.
The Irrevocable Condition
These are all preposterous, illogical ideas that we wrap around ourselves as children, then cast off when we are somehow not anymore.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Mukbang
When she swallowed, you could see, if you watched closely enough, a lump moving down her gullet and into the abyss of her impossibly beautiful body, infinitely and effortlessly more beautiful than mine.
Confronting the Climate Crisis through Fiction: A Conversation with Mary Annaïse Heglar
You write a book to get over something. You read a book to get into it.
What to Read When You’re Crushing
Crushes don’t have to be romantic, or brief. They are best when unrequited.
We Are Weird and We Are Not Alone: A Conversation with Mary Biddinger
We are going to need nature more than ever before. We also need to continue being kind to each other and to uplift other writers whenever we can.
National Poetry Month: Leslie Sainz
You never begin with a flashlight but / there are always portraits on the walls. Long women like / Modigliani's, like stretching, life fear.
