I wished I knew a word for the green of moss right when it starts up freshly in spring. I would lie down on it and roll around. I would pray to it. I would sing its name.
An excerpt from The Rumpus Book Club‘s October selection, Pretend It’s My Body by Luke Dani Blue published by Feminist Press October 18, 2022 Subscribe by September 15 to the…
I read somewhere that sounds don’t stop, they keep going all the way into deep space, reflecting off whatever might be in the way and speeding infinitely on. My head feels like deep space, and those voices haven’t even begun to wind down in there.
"My father says he's sorry about the noise, but he wants you to know that we wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for 1953 and the American overthrow of Iran's democracy."
The speed boat moves fast and Genesis notices Kayla’s hair keeps getting into her eyes. She laughs, as do all the others, who bounce up and down and let out…
An excerpt from The Rumpus Poetry Book Club‘s September selection, Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced An Emergency by Chen Chen forthcoming from BOA Editions on September 13, 2022 Subscribe by…