Lucille comes out to her porch. She’s taking the trash out or checking a burnt light bulb or else just looking at the night. I swear it’s like she’s timed…
By now, you’ve probably seen plenty end-of-the-year reading suggestions, but have you seen Rumpus essays editor Roxane Gay’s end-of-the-year reading suggestions? It’s huge and rambling and dominated by women and divided…
In response to the New York Times‘ article about the lack of Latino characters in children’s literature, Aurora Anaya-Cerda, owner of East Harlem bookstore La Casa Azul, compiled a list of…
Original short story from the new fiction section at Tablet. Joshua Cohen’s “Fat” tells of adventures in New York City; most notably rushing to be home by dark on Friday…
One of life’s many struggles is learning to become comfortable with your body–a body you didn’t choose. We’ve all looked in the mirror and wanted to change something. For Rumpus contributor…
Brock Davis was one of those kids who probably drove his parents crazy during dinner. Davis’ collection of “food art” is playful, weird, and provocative. What we like about his…
Science is awesome! Now we can convert urine into brain cells. Behold the Obamadon. It is pretty crazy that there are still 10 living daughters of Union Army Civil War…
Chloe Caldwell, Rumpus contributor and author of the essay collection Legs Get Led Astray, comes out with “The New Age Camp,” a new e-book from Thought Catalog. Get ready for “a…
Marco Kaye’s “As I Lay Buying” takes Faulkner’s classic backwoods family, The Bundrens, and throws them into a modern Macy’s for some Holiday shopping. What more can we say–it’s funny.…
Ernest Hemingway fell in love with polydactyl (six-toed) cats after he was given one by a ship’s captain. Now the descendants of his cats live free on the property of his former…
“Had we been lied to, not only about pesticides, but about progress, and development, and discovery, and the whole ball of wax?” In The Guardian, Margaret Atwood reminds us of the…
Today is the birthday of the famous recluse who once wrote: Birthday of but a single pang That there are less to come — Afflictive is the Adjective But affluent…