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Rumpus Original Fiction: Inheritance

When she was seven years old, Lottie killed her first rattlesnake. As long as she could remember, her grandfather had instilled in her that The Good Californian killed the rattlesnake, spared those behind him the danger of snakebite, the venom sapped from their future. She thought it was allegory until she came face-to-Western-face with a Mojave rattlesnake in the scrub out by the foothills.

Voices on Addiction: Nineteen

You'll look back and you'll think the scars seem almost invisible, like maybe they'll be gone one day. But then you'll realize you're just looking at the smaller ones, and yes, the bigger one is still right there.

Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Alex Jane Cope

To speak of the shame is to speak of him / and his bed of lichen and his green / ribbon fastened around my throat.

Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Rosa Alcalá

In my meanness I hear the mother of my mother and her mother / before her, the cold cellars and flat pillows of their hearts. The single current / of anger that ran through their voices, each daughter forever through time / believing herself a burden.

Call for Submissions: We Are More

Now reading submissions for our WE ARE MORE column.

Rumpus Original Fiction: Scale

With my first blood, a scale appears, hard and iridescent in the soft skin below my arm. In bathroom mirror light, elbow raised, I press and prod, fingertips rusted from…

ENOUGH: Thawing a Dream

A Rumpus series of work by women, trans, and nonbinary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.

Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Issam Zineh

The sky in Clearwater is the print / of your dress—all aster & blue starling. / The year ends the way it began. You asking me / for the indescribable. Sky has no notion of sky.

We Are More: Two Poems by Sara Elkamel

Before I loved you, the figs were still in season. / My body was a lone fig swollen like summer. / My body was a lonely fig swollen like summer, / In every dream as bottomless as shame.

FUNNY WOMEN: The Future Is Female and Customizable

Announcing the She-bot 3000, a female companion who’s the perfect combination of girlfriend, mother, and therapist. For a low daily rate (and with no minimum commitment or background check required), the She-bot can be your bot, and yours only.

Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Sarah Lao

I am in need of privacy and a new wardrobe. / Indulge me. There is nothing that style cannot fix. // Outside, a colony of bees stir with a missing monarch. / Does that make them more or less of a swarm.

From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: On the Last Day, the Ancestors Came

If this were the end, May needed to see.

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