Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Hayun Cho
My task is to open the small Styrofoam containers / of rice, to make sure the woman next to me / can reach what her appetite longs for.
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Preparing for Flight: Yaccaira Salvatierra’s Sons of Salt
Salvatierra’s poems embody the spirit of reclamation, reminding us to ask the wind and water to carry us, to remember our potential for flight.
Voices on Addiction: Harm Reduction
If I could describe this point in my life in the simplest terms possible, I would say this: it was not sustainable.
ENOUGH: Blinking Lights
We’ve both been so harmed, but I believe in my heart that two half people could make one whole love.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Company Town
So by week four of my fellowship, I shifted my plan to write a piece of “autofiction” in which an Australian named Simon dates an Amazon employee.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by Anna Lena Phillips Bell
to do: observe this slanted / river wrought in paper, / shadowed tributaries / that end at the page’s end / or seem to, as a list
A Silver Bowl of Stars: Blas Falconer’s Rara Avis
Whether “It’s a [family] story we don’t like / to tell” or the shifting of roles and a meditation on death “In the book we are reading together,” wisdom closes its hand over sentiment.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Obliquity
Andrea tells me her hallucinations are getting worse, more frequent, more frightening, though she doesn’t elaborate on how.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Application for Admission [DRAFFFFT] from Kaylee River King
Dear Committee, Please consider my application for admission under your new Charles Schwab Playing Field Initiative, which I believe I qualify for in double spades.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Iqra Khan
here/ my uncle is in service of thirty-three / guava trees/ he asks us to gather what the storm / has coaxed to the ground
Voices on Addiction: Badfish, Don’t Bother Me
Probably, then and there on the wraparound porch, I should have known to turn around, should have left it all to someone else—the missing key an omen. But I was always going to find it.
