Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Christine Kwon
I’m a poet, I say, finally, / throwing up my hands, / but she just sits there with this look.
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We swim in feedback, baby sharks, and it’s about how do we live in that and make sense or are perhaps shaped by it.
Animal as Metaphor: Erica Berry’s Wolfish
Living entities, with whom we cannot communicate fully, seduce us in their majesty.
Donut Dollies and Maven Matriarchs: A Conversation with Luis Alberto Urrea
If you’ve got that outline already lived, then you have to try to honor it.
The Rumpus needs a REDESIGN
Today, we're launching this $10K crowdfunding campaign to redesign the magazine’s website. We've been running on the same WordPress template since the site launched 14 years ago, which makes it like 1,400 in internet-years.
Toward a Glimmering Unknowable Self: A Conversation with Emerson Whitney
The great thing about writing autobiographically, in these kinds of ways, is that I get to write the whole swarm of thoughts and connect them as I want to.
Recollections of a Non-Existence: Catherine Lacey’s Biography of X
“There was no con. There was no crime. There was only fiction.”
The Fragile Ecology of Teenage Boyhood in Shy: A Conversation with Max Porter
We have to be urgent and radical in our belief that some solutions exist . . .
Voices On Addiction: Speaking Ill of the Dead
I have always felt stuck in the quicksand of Wanting-Things-To-Be-Different.
Call for Submissions: Parallel Practice
New Column Alert <3 Parallel Practice, a new monthly column at The Rumpus, is edited by our very own Anna Held, whom you may remember from our Mental Health Awareness Month…
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by E. Hughes
I want to fashion my black mouth to speak this / journey of our bodies into utterance: What / does one call this road between us?