birthdays
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From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Forty-Six
Waiting to turn forty-six is like standing in the unrelenting sunshine.
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We Are More: Show Me Your Teeth
Despite growing up in a predominately white suburb, my family never had a white dentist.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Tangible Darkness
The ground trembles, setting his flesh and bones vibrating.
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Wanted/Needed/Loved: Nathan Stocker’s Best Birthday Gift
A truly personal letter is really something different than a song. It’s intended only for the person it’s written to. A song is a way to share that emotional experience with others.
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Dante’s Horoscope: A Long, Prose-Filled Journey
This year marks Dante’s 750th birthday. But on what date should The Rumpus host our purgatorio-themed party? More importantly, what was Dante’s zodiac sign? If you’re a fastidious reader of The Divine Comedy and your horoscope, you should know the…
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Dante for Days
All of Italy, it seems, is gearing up for a serious, extended celebration in honor of the 750th birthday of the beloved poet Dante Alighieri. John Kleiner writes for the New Yorker about the festivities and the country’s intense relationship…
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Party Bus
Somewhere, fortieth birthdays are cause for black napkins that say “Over the Hill”, for mourning the death of your childbearing years, and settling into mid-life stagnation. Not here.
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The Book I Need For My Birthday
Since I’m turning thirty in early September and starting to feel a new-found urgency coupled with a blasé acceptance of life’s fast and furious pace, I wonder about the things in life I still need. Desire is one thing. I…