Rumpus Original Fiction: Divina
Look at the star, your star, in my hands. It bears your name. I was told it does not have much longer to live. I hope you do not mind my untrimmed nails.
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The Rumpus and Electric Literature Present: It’s Too Cold for This!
The Rumpus and Electric Literature are excited to present IT'S TOO COLD FOR THIS, a holiday reading!
The Rumpus Interview with Chinelo Okparanta
Chinelo Okparanta talks about her debut novel, Under the Udala Trees, her upcoming appearance at Portland’s Wordstock book festival, and LGBTQ rights in America and worldwide.
Sound Takes: Dark Bird is Home
He’s a poet, ambiguous and layered, a lyricist able to make listeners feel something they can’t always explain, what I believe a song worth listening to should do.
Paper Trumpets #28: Mystery of the Triangles
I'm not going to get brainy and talk about the mathematics of triangles; I simply like the visual energy in its slants, which, depending on its position in a collage, can suggest movement, growth, or escape.
The Rumpus Interview with Bill Clegg
Author and agent Bill Clegg talks about his new novel, Did You Ever Have A Family, grief in fiction and in life, and why there is no finish line except the final finish line.
David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: Old Friends Or Lovers
I was becoming awed by the wide horizon of the speech that arose out of an individual life lived in a single era and generation. I was becoming attracted to the writer’s creativity.
Whole Lotta (Middle-Aged) Love
The first time I saw Adam on television, on American Idol, past and present collided, as if psychedelic clothes, gnawed by moths, are suddenly rewoven, resurrected.
Readers Report: Fall Back
A collection of short pieces written by Rumpus readers pertaining to the subject of “Fall Back.”
The Rumpus Interview with Zarina Zabrisky
Zarina Zabrisky talks about her new book, Explosion, the art of the short story, Russia and Ukraine, and being "a Jewish pessimist in the spirit of Shalom Aleichem."
The Sunday Rumpus Interview: Sarah Einstein
Mot was living my own fear... I wanted to learn from him how I might survive, if I too ended up without a home, without the resources to live what I thought of as a minimally decent life.
The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Remembering Molly
Ten years later I still wondered about those aviator glasses and whether The Breakfast Club could restore us.