From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: Even the Moon
When you finished, several minutes passed before we spoke. You dipped a finger in a pool of candle wax. How could I know this was the only real secret you’d ever kept?
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Posts Tagged: breaking up
Pine Street
Did you see an animal? Did you see a bird? What did you see when you looked at me?
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My Boyfriend, His Lover, and Me
There is nothing I want more than a happy ending.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Of Separation
But in that same instant, as she turned, his smile froze.
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Radical Enough
I still wonder what became of all those gentle cows.
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Deleting Your Photos in a Poppy Field
It took all of the world’s beauty for me step forward, once more.
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Mixed Feelings: A Better Version of Love
You are free to love others as if it were a pleasure and a privilege, because that’s exactly what it is.
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Between Floors
“Never just stand there,” the video said.
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You Are Nowhere
Didn’t he see what I saw: how a person could survive the unthinkable and still be broken by something as soft and uncertain as loneliness?
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Naming Our Phantoms: Tim Taranto’s Ars Botanica
There is no way to classify a response to pregnancy. It is what it is, which is why people find consolation in naming their phantoms. In this case, the phantom is named Catalpa.
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Albums of Our Lives: Frightened Rabbit’s The Midnight Organ Fight
Something about the twangy banjo and the melancholy vocals just made me feel less alone. And I hated being alone.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Never Let Me Go
“You can’t hold on to the past,” Elif once told me. “You don’t know how. You don’t know what to keep, what to throw away. So you keep it all. And you can’t do that. No one can.”
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#Betrayal: On Instagram, Is Hell Other Women?
Instagram: an app powerful enough to blow a million Think Pieces to smithereens in everything it says about female relations.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: State Facts for the New Age
“I’m a shock absorber for tragedy,” I say, not really knowing what I mean. “Maybe I should just move to Hawaii. I hear that’s a happy place to live.”
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Sound Takes: Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea
At once soothing and horrifying, it became for me the soundtrack of grief and hope for my wounded city and country.
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How We Break
There is breaking, and there is breaking free from the broken.
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Odysseus at Telepylos
Jason had his dragon at Colchis, Theseus had his Minotaur on Crete, Odysseus had his cannibals in their city of Telepylos, and you will have found your own monsters in Philadelphia.
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