Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by Jon Jon Moore Palacios
Predators take pleasure in attack, but you take pleasure away / from the lacewings and the ladybugs, the wasps and the hoverfly larvae.
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The Gift and Burden of Ancestral Stories: A Conversation with Megan Kamalei Kakimoto
Some of my favorite moments and scenes are when characters do something surprising that bends toward humor or something selfless that reaches for connection.
The Anger of Memory: Teju Cole’s Tremor
In this, Cole has taken the "tragedy" of a transcontinental survivalist to spin a narrative that transcends the conventional perimeters of a novel.
Voices on Addiction: Searching for My Mother’s Ocean
We left when the boats were shutting down and the stores closed. In the darkness of downtown Miami, fear crept into the cracks of my boldness. Downtown was not a safe place at night.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Let All Our Ghosts Depart
This is what beauty was, she said. This is what beauty made you into.
A Lament, A Call to Action, A Love Story: A Conversation with Alejandro Varela
There’s truth in everything we write, but there’s a lot of fabrication and fantasy, and you don’t have that freedom with science.
November Spotlight: Letters in the Mail
Our November Letters in the Mail come from Daniel Gumbiner and Jami Nakamura Lin.
Owning the Self: Yesenia Montilla’s Muse Found in a Colonized Body
I only care about revolution / & the ugly business of revenge.
The Tether Between Poetry and Science: a conversation with Emily Hockaday
Just as my body that might ache all night is the same body that gives me pleasure. And I feel it aching because I am alive and living in it.
A Literature for Lost Souls: Oksana Vasyakina’s Wound
Vasyakina powerfully encompasses the absurd and expansive universe of what Gogol described as the “unbridled incomprehensible Rus,” her homeland land with its terrors, its poetry and loftiness and its magic, to the skin and bones of the tender and violent people who inhabit it.
Rumpus Original Fiction: A Note to Say Hello, I’m Here
“I don’t know why the hell he chose to live here, of all places. Sometimes it feels like the loneliest city in the world.”
The Confines of Masculinity Are Killing Us: A Conversation with Joe Milan Jr.
We believe we grant access to our lives to others; I think that is an illusion.