The Rumpus Mini-Interview Project #119: Joyce Maynard
"I was diving straight into the wave, right into the source of my greatest grief."
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The Tongue Goes
"In a nutshell," he said, "they're going to excise a dime-sized piece of your tongue and replace it with muscle and tendons from your left wrist."
What Do I Do With My Fear?: A Conversation with Megan Stielstra
Megan Stielstra discusses her new essay collection, The Wrong Way to Save Your Life, fear, privilege, and the intersection of politics and everyday life.
What to Read When It’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month
A list of books that offer various ways to understand what breast cancer means in our lives, individually and collectively.
If You Are Abandoned
My uncle and I had shared many silences together and, in those silences, I felt as if we knew each other.
Working through Trauma
Danilova says the act of making the album helped her to work through this shared existential trauma.
The Possible Absence of a Future: Talking with Jorie Graham
Jorie Graham discusses her latest collection, Fast, the terrifying destruction of our planet, a happy formal accident, and how to live in times of world crisis.
Periphery: Exploring Bombs, Boundaries, and Family History
Have you ever seen a feathery shadow at the edge of your eye? Was it a figure? Did it cross into your vision, like a hummingbird there and gone?
The Gate of Permission: A Conversation with Victoria Redel
Victoria Redel discusses her newest novel, Before Everything, living through and beyond grief, and why she loves secrets.
This Week in Short Fiction
We’re halfway through June, and though the first day of summer isn’t technically until June 21, I think we can all agree that we’re well into the sweltering season. This week’s…
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Hello
All those prank calls were partly a way of taking control of the unknown, the ambiguity of that space between “hello” and whatever comes next.
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Victim Story, a Mix CD
All the cruelty of the past seasons washed away with the new layer of snow. I thought your streak was over. I thought we could be friends.