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Spellbound by the Dream Girls: A Conversation with Danez Smith
I’ve learned how to play inside prose. . . . I have no fear because I have no map.
ENOUGH: We Regret to Inform You That You Were Not Raped
“We’ll order Chinese food. There’s this great little place around the corner.”
A Seaside Carnival of Narration: On Andrzej Tichý’s Purity
“You’ll be my way out. . . . And it makes no difference what you’re thinking or feeling, or whether or not you believe in transcendence or whatever you call it. I’m already inside of you.”
Creating Community in a Long Line of Feminist Literary Spaces: A Conversation with Marisa Crawford
My guideline for myself and my advice for others in terms of curating and editing is to be open and let the work that’s created guide you...
“A Path to Happiness”: Commemorating Sex in Patrick Nathan’s The Future Was Color
Happiness, however temporary and intermittent, is emphasized as vitally important in the cited paragraph and throughout the novel, a rarity in a world steeped in destruction.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Mia S. Willis
the pink mink that matched cam’ron’s flip phone is / paparazzi primed and haunting my father’s closet
Causation and Carrier Bags: A Conversation with Nina Schuyler
Human exceptionalism is being challenged, and with that, there’s a growing public outcry that it’s time to care for our fellow creatures.
“There Is No Page That Can Hold Me”: Sam Sax’s Yr Dead
By insisting that Ezra’s ordinary life is epic, Sax shows that every life must be epic, holding everyone accountable. No one can sit out.
Rumpus Original Fiction: The Birdcage
It was like holding a lighter above a pool of gas. Something was on the verge of rupture.