The Muralist
The thing about living with my ex’s mural of his own ex about two hundred feet from my apartment was that I loved it.
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It’s Not Cancel Culture, It’s Scam Culture: Jinwoo Chong’s Flux
“Can we separate the art from the artist?” If you’re like me, you’ve been in more than a few versions of this particular conversation. You could even, at this point…
Rumpus Original Fiction: Run, Sister
“You better start running,” he says, as he takes the hammer from its peg. “Your lucky hammer!” he yells.
When Craft Becomes an Act of Love: An Interview with Gayle Brandeis
I want to be fully present for whatever I'm doing, whether it's teaching, or writing, or being with people I love.
What to Read When: You Want to Think Kaleidoscopically About Place
A stitch that sews both self and world into being.
ENOUGH: Power Dome
Women just need to live / inside a geodesic dome / powered by male rage; / the angrier they get / the safer we’ll be
March Spotlight: Letters in the Mail
embracing ambivalence, returning to one's hometown and the musings it inspires during a time of collective dread, a canine writing team, and the power of imagination
Clearing the Bar with Care and Complexity: Ada Limón’s The Hurting Kind
The Hurting Kind’s epigraph, a quote from Argentine poet Alejandra Pizarnik [implores] us to “Sing as if nothing were wrong. / Nothing is wrong.” When we read Limón, we can almost believe that.
This Is All the Time We Get: A Conversation with Felicia Chiao
I've been drawing the figure alone in interiors for a long time, and when the lockdown happened, my work blew up. I recognized, “Oh, suddenly everyone's depressed at the same time.”
An Apparent Lowering of Moral Standards in the Lepidoptera
“Is this sex?” “No.” “Is this sex?” “No.” “How about now?” “Maybe.” “I think so.” “Probably.”
