Rumpus Original
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This Is What We Have Inherited: A Conversation with Siphiwe Gloria Ndlovu
I think it is imperative to explore the limits of the colonial narrative and its dictates because, whether we like it or not, the world that we have inherited was created by that narrative. If we have any hope of…
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Text Colliding with Text: Sea of Tranquility by Emily St. John Mandel
Much of the novel questions what constitutes a life: If it’s reduced or subverted or is itself a simulation, is it still worth living?
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From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Today, You’re a Black Revolutionary
The important thing to remember when climbing a pole, a rope, a mountain is to not look down.
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From the Archive: Funny Women Whimsical Abortion Procedures
Mentally replay every worst memory of your childhood until pregnancy is scared away. Works every time.
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RUMPUS POETRY BOOK CLUB EXCERPT: “WE ARE YOUNG WE ARE BEAUTIFUL” by Zeina Hashem Beck
An excerpt from The Rumpus Poetry Book Club’s July selection
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WHAT TO READ WHEN YOU’VE MADE IT HALFWAY THROUGH 2022
Rumpus editors share forthcoming titles they are excited to read
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From the Archive: National Poetry Month Day 8: “cum shot” by Danez Smith
Poetry by Danez Smith for Poem-a-Day
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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Marisa Siegel
Talking with Marisa Siegel about FIXED STARS, a little treasure.
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The Perfect Balance Between Momentum and Stillness: Chris Abani discusses Smoking the Bible
Masculinity isn’t a thing. It is an absence, an excavation. Men are raised in the erase of all that is tender and good and loving until for many of us, all that is left is an unfocused rage.
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From the Archive: Explicit Violence
Afterward, there was dead silence in the kitchen. I know because I held my breath. Even air molecules seemed to still.
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A Love Language for the Menstruating Body: Chloe Caldwell’s The Red Zone
Above all, The Red Zone is a story of intimacy and love, in both substance and form.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Things for Which We Have Prayed
In the nursing home, his few lucid days are passed recounting the things he had prayed for as a child. The zookeepers, he cackles. I prayed for the zookeepers.