Growing up, I understood my father through observation, and I suspect that he understood me much the same way. I liked to think our love was purer that way. Like two stray dogs who found each other and are blessed enough to just get along.
Arielle Greenberg talks about her new collection, Locally Made Panties, the possibility of feminist pornography, and curating her Rumpus column, (K)ink: Writing While Deviant.
We’re excited to announce August’s selections for the Rumpus Book Club and Poetry Book Club! In the Book Club, we’ll be reading Michael Helm’s After James, a novel “in three…
We’re sending our next Letter for Kids from Cylin Busby! Cylin writes to us about her childhood farm and all her barn cats—wow, did she have a lot of cats! And they were the…
We’re getting ready to send out our next Letter in the Mail, and it’s from Anna North! Anna has been inspired to think in lists, and as the end of summer nears, she shares her…