Voices on Addiction: Tender
Words can’t capture a personality like numbers can’t capture a person.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Leaves of a Cypress Tree
You had to knock thrice slowly on the door’s edge, said Grandma, and if she didn’t reply, that meant she didn’t want you to come inside.
ENOUGH: Three Poems
I spoke of Love as they speak of God in court, / distant and hypothetical. Something I might bow to / if you could prove it to me.
We Are More: Two Poems by Nur Turkmani
Some afternoons are soft / this way. We miss them as they are happening. / How did we begin to cry?
Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by P. Scott Cunningham
I love to yuck a yum, if it can be done safely / and in communion with someone I love.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Nocturnal
There is, however, an urgency. And, urgently, she tells you stories.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Sun-Up
“You know what I mean. It really just makes you think about the shortness of life and shit.”
Funny Women: If Editors Rejected Me How Men Break Up with Me
“This magazine just needs to be alone right now.”
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Hayun Cho
My task is to open the small Styrofoam containers / of rice, to make sure the woman next to me / can reach what her appetite longs for.
Preparing for Flight: Yaccaira Salvatierra’s Sons of Salt
Salvatierra’s poems embody the spirit of reclamation, reminding us to ask the wind and water to carry us, to remember our potential for flight.
Voices on Addiction: Harm Reduction
If I could describe this point in my life in the simplest terms possible, I would say this: it was not sustainable.
ENOUGH: Blinking Lights
We’ve both been so harmed, but I believe in my heart that two half people could make one whole love.