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Mary Mann
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PK
My dad smells like myrrh. My younger sister Madeline and I hide beneath his robes while he shakes parishioners’ hands at the back of the church. We think we’re hidden, but people can see our shiny Mary Janes. And of…
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Where I’m Reading
Editor’s Note: Back in June, I made a video for the Rumpus Poetry Book Club. I read a poem from our June selection, Allan Peterson’s Fragile Acts among the people in a statue on the campus of Drake University. Mary…
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Mary Mann: The Last Book I Loved, History on a Personal Note: Stories
Two years ago, I ended a five-year relationship with a man who loved me. Very simply, it wasn’t enough anymore. Responses ranged from distraught to disappointment to disgust. My aunt cried, and my friend D said it was the most…