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A Dreamscape of Longing: Two Big Differences by Ian Ross Singleton

Zina’s observations of her time in Detroit crystallize both a feeling of otherness and a wry critique of the young American activists who celebrated socialist ideas without fully appreciating the legacy of Soviet rule in Ukraine.

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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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How Wonderful It Is to Be So Moved: A Conversation with Sarah Krasnostein

The most truthful we can be in a factual genre is to doubt the attainability of fact at all.

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What to Read When You Want to Be a Bad Girl

Ariel Delgado Dixon, author of DON'T SAY WE DIDN'T WARN YOU, shares a reading list for when you want to be a Bad Girl.

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ENOUGH: Alone

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

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Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Jasmine Khaliq

I’m tired of sheeping. / how boring, to be good. / a head gets heavy. / I can only feel this ribbon brush against my throat / so long, you know. / one day I’ll untie it, I know, let the whole thing roll off.

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From the Archive: The Dark All Around Us

There is still light in the dark. This is the paradox that Little Bear has to accept in order to fall asleep.

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Using Form to Transform: Come Clean by Joshua Nguyen

If I had a dollar for every word I have written about BIPOC representation in entertainment media, I still wouldn’t have enough to pay back my student loans and car loans.

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Cigarettes and Wittgenstein: The Rumpus Interview with Sean Thor Conroe

The [novel's] main question would be, How does a man stuck in resentment and anger at others and the world, who lacks a sense of belonging and sense of his usefulness in the world, find his way out of that?

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The Three-Month Curse

For seven years I’d met the perfect man in fall, dated him for three months, then wailed as Fate plucked out my heart and devoured it, whole and beating. (Only to grow back and be eaten again twelve months later.) This was some Prometheus-level bullshit.

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The Everyday Practice of Art:The Loft Generation by Edith Schloss

Her writing is quiet, perhaps even naive. But Schloss is enamored by the minutiae of her subjects, and the exactness and delicacy of her details ripple out like water. Trying to focus on one aspect of the book would be to let the entire thing go.

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Joy in Persistence: Siri Hustvedt on Writing and the Need for Adaptive Grandiosity

Everyone, even the most tell-all writer, withholds something in the interests of protecting herself or others, but my interest in my own stories has always been to use them to illustrate larger stories about the culture . . .

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