Voices on Addiction: Mayflies
Mayfly larvae only exist in water that is very clean. And for seventy years, Lake Erie had been anything but clean.
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A Carousel of Feminine Experience: Danielle Dutton’s Prairie, Dresses, Art, Other
The stories she tells are profoundly intimate yet universal, with themes of self-doubt, irredeemable nostalgia, and uneasy nuclear families.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Forever Hers
“If you want the boy to live, pour this around the bed. Use what’s in the pouch and chant the words on the paper.”
The Aftermath of Murder: A Conversation with Kristine S. Ervin
I think language will always fail in some ways, that no matter how well we write, the words will ultimately never fully capture and convey an experience.
Beyond the Page: We Are Not Numbers
Highlighting creative work in partnership with other mission-driven literary organizations, with a specific focus on nonprofit institutions and collectives invested in social justice and human rights.
What Would E.T. Do?
A coming-of-age story for a boy, family, and civilization. A parable of wonder and crisis that taught me things my parents couldn’t.
Sketch Book Reviews: The Complete Gardener
What makes this book so different is the exceptional quality and thoughtfulness in Don's writing.
Perfumed by Fear: Silvia Guerra’s A Sea at Dawn
Guerra attempts to maneuver around obstacles with riverine language, and tensions organize around this effort.
This is How We Make Monsters: A Conversation with Hannah V Warren
Nature is scary-beautiful, especially in the backcountry. I always carry a simmering fear of what I’ll find or what will find me alone on the trail: bears, storms, men.
Corey Sobel, Strictly Speaking, Doesn’t Exist
While I lost my faith long ago, I have clearly retained this belief in, need for, existential variousness.
A Cult of Translation: Jennifer Croft’s The Extinction of Irena Rey
Readers preferring more straightforward narratives won’t find one here.
Rumpus Original Fiction: embody
we are always children in some way, always easily hurt by our mothers. our bodies are expanding;