Blogs
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Nosedive
Standing and staring at a familiar nothing, you’re suddenly peaceful, suspended; you don’t want to move an inch.
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by Zachariah Claypole White
sisyphus never bothered to name breathless desire / suffering a language like canker sores you collect
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ENOUGH: Three Poems on the Domestic
I never saw the current raging beneath / a rip tide of blood that boils without warning, / melting the 24-carat gold / into pools of nightmares
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Crusher
Under your puffer, you sweat from the exertion of the approach, but each step brings cooler air. It won’t be long before the rock becomes numbingly cold.
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Funny Women: 10 Most Anticipated AI-Generated Books
It’s a book worth reading to page fifty and then regifting.
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Like A Mother: Joyelle McSweeney’s Death Styles
For the reader, it is the dedication before McSweeney’s first poem, “for my daughters,” that signals it is time to read.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Care and Feeding
“He’s called before—it’s all routine,” the dispatcher assured him.
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Voices on Addiction: If You Give
“He’s going to want a cookie to go with it.”She seemed to exhale on the mouse’s behalf. Thank God, another cookie.
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by Nazifa Islam
but I haven’t the discipline to really live / for poetry, for dreams
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The Poetics of Holes
Unawareness can be exhaustion, but the very act of poetry is recognition—witnessing. To tell her truth, Nguyen must tell what is, to her, a mystery itself.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Stages of a Bruise
Did her principles against infidelity still apply, or did death equal divorce? She thought meeting the wife might help her decide.
