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A Map of Languages, Dead and Dying
I sometimes wonder if this very search to understand my family’s history, the context out of which I emerged, only feeds into this false sense of separateness. Perhaps it only doubles down on this “us vs. them” way of looking…
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“This Dark Night: Emily Brontë, A Life” by Deborah Lutz
This Dark Night effectively refutes the lasting image of the Brontës as isolated sad girls, stuck in the sticks with their abusive reverend father, which originated with Elizabeth Gaskell’s now-classic hagiography of her close friend, Charlotte Brontë. Lutz sketches a…
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Penrose
La presión en el pecho asoma al final del segundo tramo. Rodilla arriba, pie sobre escalón, impulso y carga del propio peso contra la gravedad, y el peso del edema acumulado porque las válvulas se abren y la sangre se…
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What is Freedom: Jason Reynolds
To be free, for me, is to no longer consider the consequences of my body and skin and hair and tongue, not because of a refusal to bend, not as an act of defiance and courage, but because it has…
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A Month Without a Map
We plant gardens on the banks of trenches, tending muddy flowerbeds we may never see blossom. We load our babies into the car to drop them off at daycare on our way to work in a beach town, and never…
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Bird-of-Paradise
He imagines birds arriving in droves to bathe, drink, and preen. Their small beating bodies crowding this vanity he has made, sounds of their reverie like the soft plinks of coins dropped in fountains.
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Presentamos “El Alboroto”
Es un hecho que vivimos en un mundo en el que diariamente conviven diversas culturas e idiomas, aun así, desgraciadamente, ciertos grupos se rehúsan a aceptar esta realidad. Nosotros queremos animar y ser parte de ese intercambio. The Rumpus nació…
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What Is Freedom: Joan As Police Woman
I am the dance floor.I am the mirrored face of the lake.I am the ragged end of the abandoned water pipeburied deep under the ocean where bacteria fuck and socialize.Water under water over water inside water outside water —aren’t we…
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The One Who Loved Is Not the One Who Betrayed: On “Severance,” Identity, and the Shifting Selves of Love
You remember your younger self’s devotion the way you remember a book you once loved: vivid, moving, but no longer yours.
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Critical Analysis
We’ve become vegan since moving to Oregon this fall for jobs as adjunct writing instructors, Norma from Chicago, where she’d had to flee “her Virgo stalker,” and me from New York. We’d both dropped out of PhD programs and received…
