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Three Poems
Each push spells the walls transparent, portal of home now quartz & shoring in moonlight then sunlight & such a tenacity of stars Sky flies overhead as time refuses its own elapse
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Ceiling and Visibility Unlimited
The idea that anyone had deliberately flown a plane into the World Trade Center was so inconceivable that morning that three designers from our office took the elevator up to the observatory to try and see what was happening downtown.…
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Awkward Intimacy
“We have built a world that privileges stimulation over presence and convenience over mutuality. There is an American dimension to this worth naming: a culture organized around individual achievement, self-reliance, and the mythology of pulling oneself up by one’s bootstraps…
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Reflections on “What Is Freedom?”
As our “What is freedom?” initiative comes to a close, we at The Rumpus wanted to look back at the thought-provoking range of responses we received. When we sent our prompt to this group of talented writers, thinkers, and artists…
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Presentamos “El Alboroto”
Es un hecho que vivimos en un mundo en el que diariamente conviven diversas culturas e idiomas, aun así, desgraciadamente, ciertos grupos se rehúsan a aceptar esta realidad. Nosotros queremos animar y ser parte de ese intercambio. The Rumpus nació…
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Three Poems
Gödel’s First Incompleteness or Ode on Dissociation I Lispector said to writewith the whole body— the body as a loosingan arrow into. Each translation seconds the second o.I checked. My parents are my parents. Also real.The faceless neighbor, heavy on…
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Almost True: A Conversation with Richie Hofmann
“Every extant bronze from antiquity is a miracle of survival. I’m moved by the notion that the statues that come down to us often survive because they were lost, shipwrecked, hidden away. And then, discovered by an amateur scuba diver…
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The AWP 2026 Flash Fiction Contest Winners
At AWP this year, we held a fun flash fiction contest. Interested writers only had to write a short short story on the back of one of our postcards and turn it in by 5 p.m. on Saturday. For the…
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Notes from the Playground
I am four years old, standing on the playground of the Jewish Community Center where I go to nursery school. My best friend Alice is not here today. Alice is my only friend. She lives in a bigger house than…
