All the stuff I wish I had known: A conversation with Chloe Caldwell
We’re so quick to define queerness as who you sleep with or who you are attracted to, which I find so boring.
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From the Archive: The Saturday Rumpus Essay: I Left My Heart in Taos
You might gasp. You might gasp and your heart slips out. You whisper and let red willows drift toward the river.
A Utopia of One’s Own: Heaven Is a Place on Earth by Adrian Shirk
. . . utopia is a living, breathing, imperfect thing that expands and grows with us. It’s always a reflection of our individual selves, of the larger communities we choose, and of the time and place we are born into.
Rumpus Original Fiction: You’re Not Going to Believe This
Everyone already thinks I love you so no one will believe the situation in which we find ourselves, orchestrated by me, is an accident. At first it made sense. When…
Everyone is a comprehensive mess: The Rumpus Interview with Robert Lopez
[Your] chosen Bermuda Triangle: the battered psyche of a man, the chosen amnesia of our society, and the resultant nausea of an era.
Rumpus Book Club Excerpt: Linea Nigra by Jazmina Barrera
An excerpt from Jazmina Barrera's LINEA NIGRA out from Two Lines Press in May 2022.
From the Archive: FUNNY WOMEN #139: Gap Year To-Do List
Water is a precious resource; my portable soda stream honors that fact.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Kyle Dacuyan
Casual amnesia Sunday I saw several people crying at the airport. One man on his phone begging the person on the other line to please stop calling…
Call for Submissions: September ’22 Themed Month
Education is perhaps the most vulnerable and intimate experience people can have with each other that is not familial or romantic. It’s so easy for the classroom to be either…
So Much At Risk: Talking with Christopher Soto
If I am audacious enough to imagine [my] reader, then I imagine this is a person who has never had the option to look away.
Perfectly Made and Frighteningly Fragile: This Boy We Made by Taylor Harris
We must learn to see the divine even in our sorrow