Reversing the Apocalypse: A Review of Hussain Ahmed’s Blue Exodus
...the world of the dead, the living, and the unborn are all in a cycle. Human materiality is indestructible.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Three Flash Stories by B. Do
There’s something painful about being here in San Francisco. I can’t say what. I’m always losing my words.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by Jan Beatty
I’ve filled states, the state / of Oklahoma, for example, flat, / unyielding fields, split with / no-river gorges, what’s left / of me after the flooding.
ENOUGH: The Tiny Thing Inside Me
They are for young people who don’t need to make up their minds about having children yet. They offer safety from surprises and forgetfulness, “mistake-proof.”
Rumpus Original Fiction: Before Love, Before Loneliness
You make stuff up all the time. You excel in subjects that require making stuff up, like English composition and moral science.
Red as in: Dawn Lundy Martin’s Instructions for the Lovers
Perhaps like a phoenix, Martin maintains such a commanding presence throughout the book because she has endured the sacrificial fire of being a poet, the necessary self-immolation.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by Michael Chang
as catwoman took off in a cemetery in queens / overturning headstones we hear great news
The Astonishing Power of African Poetry: A Review of New-Generation African Poets (Kumi)
Featuring gifted emerging poets from Ghana, Nigeria and South Africa . . . Kumi is a final tribute to a visionary and valuable investment in African poetry.
Voices on Addiction: Fifteen Places
She is refusing; she is refusing me. I am not a mother; I don’t feel like a mother.
ENOUGH: We Regret to Inform You That You Were Not Raped
“We’ll order Chinese food. There’s this great little place around the corner.”
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Mia S. Willis
the pink mink that matched cam’ron’s flip phone is / paparazzi primed and haunting my father’s closet
Rumpus Original Fiction: The Birdcage
It was like holding a lighter above a pool of gas. Something was on the verge of rupture.
