We Are More: The Bad Ones
"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."
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Genesis
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…
From the Archive: Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by sam sax
how many men have / passed through this room, through my lips?
From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Footnotes on a love story
Before they were married, they met in a photograph.
RUMPUS POETRY BOOK CLUB EXCERPT: A FAVORITE ROOM BY CHEN CHEN
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…
Funny Women: The Adventure of the Mistaken Right Swipe
It turns out freelance homicide detective actually is a job, and he’s super good at it.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Frederick Speers
suddenly / we & our dream / of humanity are / all the rage / a star or what / passes / for one
RUMPUS BOOK CLUB EXCERPT: HYSTERIA REBOOT BY ELISSA BASSIST
An excerpt from The Rumpus Book Club's September selection, Hysterical by Elissa Bassist
From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Mustard Seeds
At the end of the week, which was long with sleepless nights, Miri picked her heart out of the kitchen sink, put it in a paper lunch bag, and took it to the witch.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Bloom
The bloom would not open until we arrived, but it was not waiting for us. It was a matter of timing. Each year in mid-March, the petals uncurled from their fetal sleeping positions, stretched out to face the sun.