From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Forty-Six
Waiting to turn forty-six is like standing in the unrelenting sunshine.
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Posts Tagged: Birthday
Voices on Addiction: Searching for Lilacs
It hadn’t felt like teasing. It felt the way it always did these days—that I had disappointed her.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Tangible Darkness
The ground trembles, setting his flesh and bones vibrating.
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The Storming Bohemian Punks the Muse #32: Make the Soup
I am meditating. In a room in Rodeo, at the rickety old secretary/dresser I use as a desk. It is by a window. I look out at the roadway, and think I am glad to live at a crossroad. The house across the street is silver grey. By its front stoop is a tree all […]
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Wanted/Needed/Loved: Allison Crutchfield’s Sewing Machine
When I’m away touring, my clothes are my connection to home, my way of feeling myself.
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The Healing Magic of Baseball
In that favorite summer of my memory, Mom is perched on the edge of the rickety folding chair in box seats that the team manager reserved for us.
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My Sister’s Ghost
Only you recognize that this is your sister’s nature, that she’s a fixer.
...moreHappy Birthday Mr. Poe!
In honor of Edgar Allan Poe’s upcoming birthday on January 19th, the folks over at the Huffington Post are wondering if the famous “Poe Toaster” will make his annual appearance at Poe’s grave to leave three roses and a bottle of cognac. The mysterious visitor has been notably absent the last three years.
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