The Muralist
The thing about living with my ex’s mural of his own ex about two hundred feet from my apartment was that I loved it.
Essays
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ENOUGH: Power Dome
Women just need to live / inside a geodesic dome / powered by male rage; / the angrier they get / the safer we’ll be
An Apparent Lowering of Moral Standards in the Lepidoptera
“Is this sex?” “No.” “Is this sex?” “No.” “How about now?” “Maybe.” “I think so.” “Probably.”
From the Archives: Voices on Addiction: None of This Is Bullshit
I was fine. No one and nothing could hurt me.
ENOUGH: Three Poems
"Not all Men" / Except for the one that followed / Me down every Publix aisle, / To the bakery, to the register, / & waited for me in the lot.
The Most-Read Essays of 2022
Essays are all about reflection, and we thought we’d kick off 2023 with a look at the most-read pieces of last year. It can sometimes feel like hours (years) of…
Voices on Addiction: There is No Escape
. . .this house is not the right place for children either and yet, here you are day after day.
From the Archive: The Saturday Rumpus Essay: DNA
Of course, maybe dividing the world into two kinds of people is just another way of making sure there is a crack in everything. When can you smooth out this fault line?
From the Archive: The Weight of Our Living: On Hope, Fire Escapes, and Visible Desperation
I want to leave the party through the window and find my uncle standing on a piece of iron shaped into visible desperation, which must also be (how can it not?) the beginning of visible hope.
Anecdotal and Harsh
The thing about trauma is that it can split a person right down the middle. And J. was, indeed, bifurcated in this way. That is, she occupied multiple timelines simultaneously.
ENOUGH: Landlines
Before my father killed her, my mother spent her evenings telling me the story of how she came to America. Every night, the way she started was with something new.