Embracing the Half-Wild Creature: A Conversation with Sara Moore Wagner
That giant “unknown” that we’re hurtling towards is so vast. One day we’ll be torn apart by it.
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RUMPUS BOOK CLUB EXCERPT: USERS BY Colin Winnette
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Revising Time: Nonlinear Memory in Brian Tierney’s Rise and Float
I’m getting too close to the poems, but Tierney’s collection demands a closeness.
I want their view of the world altered for the better: A conversation with Zein El-Amine
I believe that we wield whimsy to gain the malleability to adjust to the harshness of the human condition, and this is especially true when you live in war torn countries.
Indiana Anomie: Budi Darma’s People from Bloomington
a portrait of the American tendency to keep the suffering of others at arm’s length as if misfortune were contagious, or to ruthlessly eliminate it entirely
Rumpus Original Fiction: Prepare a Table Before Me, Anoint My Head with Oil
Before I understood that I was a girl, I understood that I was a body.
I’m a Firm Believer in Timing: An Interview with Rubén Degollado
For me, it is actually harder to write a book that is grounded in realism, as that is not how I see the world or how my family sees the world.
Halloween Costumes That Say: “I Understand And Am Definitely Not Threatened by Gen Z”
Absolutely, definitely not threatened at all.
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Signs I Want to Wear On My Forehead: An Aro Ace Diary
To be real, what I like in bed is soft-ass blankets
December Spotlight: Letters in the Mail
Twice a month, The Rumpus brings your favorite writers directly to your IRL mailbox via our Letters in the Mail programs.
We Are More: I Can’t Tell
It’s February 1991, and I can’t tell you where the Middle East is on a map, or why it’s called the Middle East. But my family eats Syrian bread with every meal (I can’t tell you the difference between Syrian bread and pita, but I know they’re not the same).