Living in a Nowhere Space: A Conversation with Olivia Gatwood
Tech perpetuates ideas we’ve already had about women, but it just blows them out of proportion to kind of impossible degrees.
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Beyond the Page: Empowerment Avenue
The Empowerment Avenue collective emerged from a simple need: incarcerated folks have limited support, on top of no internet and email access, to get their writing out of prison and into the hands of editors.
The First Book: Santiago Jose Sanchez
I was repeatedly drawn to the fractures in my life—the gaps between childhood, adolescence, and adulthood, and my relationships with sex, my mother, and my motherland.
Reversing the Apocalypse: A Review of Hussain Ahmed’s Blue Exodus
...the world of the dead, the living, and the unborn are all in a cycle. Human materiality is indestructible.
The Complex Heritage of Assimilation: A Conversation with Randy Ribay
Our collective individual efforts impact in some way, the community. It’s important for me to not pass judgment because we are all figuring it out.
Body All the Way Down
All she knew was that she couldn’t let it happen again. All she knows is that a body is a dangerous place to be.
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.
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....