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From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: Emergency Lifeboats: 24 (12 on Each Side)
“What’s a six-letter word for ignoring truth,” she might say, without looking up from the puzzle.
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From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Today, You’re a Black Revolutionary
The important thing to remember when climbing a pole, a rope, a mountain is to not look down.
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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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Rapture of the Deep
The point is not to lose yourself to that landscape, and to not become fearful of new landscapes.
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Albums of Our Lives: The Cure’s Disintegration
The end is always tragic. I’d known that from the start. What kind of sucker would expect to hold on to a girl named Misty Hayes?
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Weekend Rumpus Roundup
First, Julie Marie Wade reviews the “solar system” of Kimberly Burwick’s poetry collection, Good Night Brother. The son—or “sun”—in the title “burns everyone and everything it touches.” He/it “has gone the way of the supernova.” This lovable, yet hard-to-love character…


