Last Night At The Grave
On January 19th, for the second year in a row, the infamous ‘Poe Toaster’ failed to appear at Edgar Allan Poe’s grave. Virginia Clemm (the pen name of this essay’s…
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Your Frills Are Made of Bone
The Haunted House… tumbles through a teenage-girl world, giddy and feverish, at times drunk on foiled friendships and empty kisses, and at others sober with the knowledge that this tumultuous…
Tender Speech
“When two people part it is the one who is not in love who makes the tender speeches.” –In Search of Lost Time, Marcel Proust
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #63: The Magic of Wanting to Be
Love is our essential nutrient. Without it, life has little meaning.
The Intimates
Ralph Sassone’s first novel explores the devastating emotional craters of first love, and the bumpy, baffling relations between the generations.
The Rumpus Interview with Lia Ices
It was a long journey to come to my own songs. The influence comes from so many places.
Welcome to the Ten-In-One
WELCOME TO THE TEN-IN-ONE Step Right Up… We are thrilled to announce the launch of a new Rumpus Comic, Welcome to the Ten-In-One, by the awesome Lisa Brown.
The Foreign Skin of the Familiar
What’s most delightful is how Rader balances the heaviness of that observation against the lightness of the characters of Frog and Toad. Absurdity and lyricism, humor and serious contemplation, bump…
The Red Kool-Aid Professor: or, Why Some Girls Like Unicorns: or, How I Failed, and then Succeeded, to Review Poetry Books for The Rumpus
A few days ago when we woke up, my girlfriend told me this dream: she and her father were seated in a brown 1983 VW Rabbit, he driving, she in…
FUNNY WOMEN #43: How Millennials Look for Jobs
You may have heard that us “millennials” are struggling to find jobs. It’s true. The unemployment wave is pushing us recent college grads into taking menial positions in restaurants, retail…
Only Human
“For days after the birth Treadway knew there was a secret. He felt the secret exactly as he felt the presence of a white ptarmigan behind him in the snow,…
Swinging Modern Sounds #28: Can You Hear Me Crying?
It’s hard not to think a lot about Tucson lately, a place where I have spent a lot of time in the last five years, and which I have written…