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This Is What We Have Inherited: A Conversation with Siphiwe Gloria Ndlovu

I think it is imperative to explore the limits of the colonial narrative and its dictates because, whether we like it or not, the world that we have inherited was created by that narrative. If we have any hope of moving past it, we have to understand it fully.

Text Colliding with Text: Sea of Tranquility by Emily St. John Mandel

Much of the novel questions what constitutes a life: If it’s reduced or subverted or is itself a simulation, is it still worth living?

From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Today, You’re a Black Revolutionary

The important thing to remember when climbing a pole, a rope, a mountain is to not look down.

From the Archive: Funny Women Whimsical Abortion Procedures

Mentally replay every worst memory of your childhood until pregnancy is scared away. Works every time.

RUMPUS POETRY BOOK CLUB EXCERPT: “WE ARE YOUNG WE ARE BEAUTIFUL” by Zeina Hashem Beck

An excerpt from The Rumpus Poetry Book Club’s July selection

WHAT TO READ WHEN YOU’VE MADE IT HALFWAY THROUGH 2022

Rumpus editors share forthcoming titles they are excited to read

From the Archive: National Poetry Month Day 8: “cum shot” by Danez Smith

Poetry by Danez Smith for Poem-a-Day

The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Marisa Siegel

Talking with Marisa Siegel about FIXED STARS, a little treasure.

The Perfect Balance Between Momentum and Stillness: Chris Abani discusses Smoking the Bible

Masculinity isn’t a thing. It is an absence, an excavation. Men are raised in the erase of all that is tender and good and loving until for many of us, all that is left is an unfocused rage.

From the Archive: Explicit Violence

Afterward, there was dead silence in the kitchen. I know because I held my breath. Even air molecules seemed to still.

A Love Language for the Menstruating Body: Chloe Caldwell’s The Red Zone

Above all, The Red Zone is a story of intimacy and love, in both substance and form.

Rumpus Original Fiction: The Things for Which We Have Prayed

In the nursing home, his few lucid days are passed recounting the things he had prayed for as a child. The zookeepers, he cackles. I prayed for the zookeepers.

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