Voices on Addiction: Washed Clean
That’s when I noticed John the Baptist standing chest-high in the middle of the narrow, easy-moving river.
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Join NOW!That’s when I noticed John the Baptist standing chest-high in the middle of the narrow, easy-moving river.
...moreOut here on the balcony, perched three stories above the ground, we’re in her world.
...moreI was fine. No one and nothing could hurt me.
...moreThe unspoken family sentiment: If everyone worked hard and the bills were paid, that was all that mattered. There was no room for emotions.
...moreI wanted to write about opioids because I didn’t have an opioid problem.
...moreI am sick with grief, triggered by my mother’s death, in turn triggered by Chardonnay.
...moreWe both can disappear in our own ways, can’t we?
...moreFinding joy in the now, even as death and difficulty mark the days, is possible, a choice, and a practice.
...moreNineteen is a book that’s by turns smart, sad, and scathing.
...more“Was it vodka?” Mama said. Her voice had cracks in it. Why ask? She knew.
...moreAndrea Actis discusses her debut book, GREY ALL OVER.
...moreTelevision babysat our family—our thirteen-channel set, reception via a rooftop antenna.
...moreI grieve my father’s disembodiment. It is my grief inheritance.
...moreKayleb Rae Candrilli discusses their new poetry collection, WATER I WON’T TOUCH.
...moreIt hadn’t felt like teasing. It felt the way it always did these days—that I had disappointed her.
...moreThe toll I took on people I love can’t be measured. But I want to know.
...moreThere are many ways to be ripped to shreds.
...moreIf you’re going to Hell, bring a good guide.
...moreThe first time I had my breasts removed was hard. The second time, less so.
...moreYou could say that I have trained for this pandemic all my life.
...moreThere is no finality to this grief. Only a series of losses, compounded.
...moreErica C. Barnett discusses her debut memoir, QUITTER.
...moreI needed my beauty to be invisible, either accidental or not at all.
...moreI’ve known since I was a child that the world is ending. I felt it in my bones.
...moreChelsea Bieker discusses her debut novel, GODSHOT.
...moreIt’s a strange thing, seeing a reliable machine fail. Seeing a hero crash to earth.
...moreDrunk women are targets. Drunk men can be anything.
...moreWhen I imagine his days, the loneliness of it all makes my chest tighten.
...moreMy sobriety is still a mystery to me. Forty years this December.
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