Rumpus Original Fiction: embody
we are always children in some way, always easily hurt by our mothers. our bodies are expanding;
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“Obsession is the Secret Ingredient to Being a Creative Person”: A Conversation with Marie Mutsuki Mockett
That's a concern that one might have in the middle of one’s life: “How much time do I have left? What did I not do? What do I still need to do?”
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Melissa Crowe
we make out the shape of what’s coming, / hold very still until the footsteps turn,
The First Book: Armen Davoudian
I was attracted to those aspects of poetry where you can be in two places at once but also lost between them: rhyme, the pun, and “binary” forms like the sonnet.
“All of Humanity Probably Won’t Enjoy My Book:” A Conversation with Debbie Urbanski
If you are reading the story of the last human on Earth, then you should expect to have to do some work.
A Manifested Destiny: Vinson Cunningham’s Great Expectations
There is the power of money and its capacity to corrupt—money that flows often from the pockets of wealthy white men but sheds some green onto any hand it touches.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Birthday at Newkirk Plaza
The woman asks CK if he has a bodega cat. He says no, even though there’s a cat sleeping on a bread box in back.
The Weaponization of Identity Politics: A Conversation with Andrew Boryga
I want to see a novel with POC characters but that’s the least interesting part of the book. . . . Just write a great book that happens to inhabit this world.
What to Read When You Want to Listen
In the last few years, audiobooks have helped me rekindle my identity as a reader.