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“It All Came Back to My Illness”: A Conversation with April Gibson
Writing about illness is a way to push back against all the pathologizing and dismissiveness. It allowed me to be in charge of my own narrative.
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by Nazifa Islam
but I haven’t the discipline to really live / for poetry, for dreams
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The Poetics of Holes
Unawareness can be exhaustion, but the very act of poetry is recognition—witnessing. To tell her truth, Nguyen must tell what is, to her, a mystery itself.
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Intergenerational Epiphany: A Conversation with Margaret Juhae Lee
It’s now my favorite way to write—in community. There’s something safe about it, you feel held.
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Loving Renee Back
Yet, in my moments of hope, I wonder: If trans signifies a crossing, might it cross the space between life and death?
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It is Once Again Hanif Abdurraqib’s Year
Abdurraqib merges the personal and the universal in such a way that I cannot help but feel a part of these moments, despite some of them taking place before my birth, or before I was conscious of basketball’s existence.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Stages of a Bruise
Did her principles against infidelity still apply, or did death equal divorce? She thought meeting the wife might help her decide.
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I Had to Find a New Language: A Conversation with Anna Gazmarian
I wanted to write about faith in a way that people who are not Christian, or do not understand that worldview, could read and have a more nuanced approach to faith.
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What to Read When You Want to F*ck with Genre
Sometimes, the phrase “formally inventive” ends up being used as a polite synonym for “highbrow, but boring” (or “man, I couldn’t really follow the narrative of this book at all”).
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Sketch Book Reviews: The Book of (More) Delights
Today’s delight: a flush of blooming forget-me-nots creating a blue blanket on the edge of my garden.
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Vanishing as a Way of Resistance: A Conversation with Saúl Hernández
My job as a write is to first witness, and then record. It would be an injustice to these poems if they were not written from a place of vulnerability and truth.
