The Eternal Grind: Nick Rees Gardner’s Delinquents and Other Escape Attempts
A clever manipulator of time, Gardner doesn’t rely on the convenience of thirst to move his characters through the page.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Three Flash Stories by B. Do
There’s something painful about being here in San Francisco. I can’t say what. I’m always losing my words.
“I Wanted the Magic Bullet”: A Conversation with Jessica Hoppe
...that’s what’s toxic: the belief that I’m not enough. Substances are, in general, neutral.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by Jan Beatty
I’ve filled states, the state / of Oklahoma, for example, flat, / unyielding fields, split with / no-river gorges, what’s left / of me after the flooding.
The First Book: Melissa Petro
In our culture, motherhood is presumably sanctified, and I thought I’d experience social acceptance beyond anything I’d ever imagined. Instead, I felt under constant surveillance and yet utterly invisible....
“I thought my sorrow could transform me”: A Conversation with Megan Pinto
Visually, prose tells us that we’re moving through time, through narrative or rhetoric, and visually, poetry tells us we’re moving up and down through lyric, feeling.
ENOUGH: The Tiny Thing Inside Me
They are for young people who don’t need to make up their minds about having children yet. They offer safety from surprises and forgetfulness, “mistake-proof.”
“I Am in Love With Moons”: My Lesbian Novel and To After That (TOAF) by Renee Gladman
But this is love: crying into your lover’s face until it becomes so ridiculous, that the event becomes absolutely precious.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Before Love, Before Loneliness
You make stuff up all the time. You excel in subjects that require making stuff up, like English composition and moral science.
We Live in History: A Conversation with Nicolás Medina Mora
Who among us can say that the life they’re leading is the product of their choices and not a staging of the script they were handed at birth?
Red as in: Dawn Lundy Martin’s Instructions for the Lovers
Perhaps like a phoenix, Martin maintains such a commanding presence throughout the book because she has endured the sacrificial fire of being a poet, the necessary self-immolation.