Rumpus Original Fiction: Boy Moms
It’s nice of the Baptists to let us use this space––though of course, we know they’re trying to convert us. We’re okay with that. It feels good to be wooed.
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We Are More: Three Poems by Marlin M. Jenkins
Because sometimes the gravity / of care is too strong for you to walk.
Slant Panes of Light: Emilie Menzel’s The Girl Who Became a Rabbit
Meaning is fleeting. Meaning is self-made.
Rumpus Original Fiction: orange is thirsty
Vultures don't touch the orange. They touch the white.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Ava Chen
Nothing appears on the news— / I have been checking for years. /
What’s left composes and composes, / unbearably distinct against the horizon.
Voices on Addiction: Second Chances
Had he, like me, been the only one left, doing the best he could, showing up for emergencies?
Rumpus Original Fiction: The Familiar Phantom
“Why are you here?” I asked after a pause. “After all these years.”
Beyond the Page: Empowerment Avenue
The Empowerment Avenue collective emerged from a simple need: incarcerated folks have limited support, on top of no internet and email access, to get their writing out of prison and into the hands of editors.
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.
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.”