Rumpus Original Fiction: Hóngmén Banquet
“This is a homecoming,” he’d announced to the girl who took the order, “don’t let our mouths or cups go empty.”
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Pulmonary
If I stand in the middle of my home and wingspan my arms out, I can touch the insides of my mother’s left lung, wall-to-wall.
Funny Women: Creative Writing Tips for Men
Delete all instances of the word “shrill.” Search for similar words spanning all parts of speech: shriek, nag, scream, screech, and squawk, for example.
Voices on Addiction: Make Me A Channel of Your Peace
In the library at the Farm, I wondered how William’s Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions ended up at a vacation house purchased five years after his death.
ENOUGH: The Grooming of a Nymphet
Balance returning and free to strut once more, I began landing my jumps again, just because he said I could.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Loss
I thought about that Chupacabra at the farmhouse, ripping those goats to shreds. He was my fucking hero.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Get Gone
Every customer with perfect lipstick and a hard-lined face reminded me of Mom. We hadn’t spoken in nearly a year.
Voices on Addiction: I’m Not Eating
I want to tell her that starving softens the edges of everything. When I’m not eating, only the moment at the end makes me feel present.
Identifying a Mixed Flock: Dimitri Reyes’s Papi Pichón
Such multistoried, woven-together heritage justifies and perhaps even demands the necessity of different ways to tell an origin story.
Voices on Addiction: This is Not A Story About Sobriety
I didn’t realize until I wrote this: my first interaction with alcohol was shrouded in secrecy.
Funny Women: Query Letter for My Totally Publishable Novel
(The previous sentence demonstrates both my market awareness and my forward thinking.)
From the Archive: Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by Noor Hindi
I stopped trying / to feed anything but myself.