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Against Everything

The mountains of Alabama are small mountains—foothills, really—but they are mine like a sports team is mine—like a football game (which I have for so long been near but have not really, really seen) is mine—as in the phrase “We scored! We scored!”

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Broke and Broken

Saeed Jones published a book of poems, Prelude To Bruise. Over at Buzzfeed, he’ll tell you why he wrote them, too: “My mother had a fatal heart attack the night…

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Collecting John Updike’s Trash

Paul Moran began collecting John Updike’s trash in 2006, three years before the writer’s death. He found discarded photos, story drafts, and honorary degrees. The acquisition of curbside trash seems…

The New York Comics and Picture-Story Symposium: Tom Hart and Leela Corman

The New York Comics & Picture-Story Symposium is a weekly forum for discussing the tradition and future of text/image work. Open to the public, it meets Monday nights at 7-9…

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Weekly Geekery

Examining the troubled origins of our search for technological utopia. Autocorrect is our favorite fall guy for texting errors, but it’s also the reason you can text. What is worth…

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Weekly Geekery

The future of the Internet should scare you. Death isn’t an end on Facebook. Really awesome revolution of information. Teeny tiny profit margin. Don’t click away! Don’t check Twitter. This…

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Rapture of the Deep

The day my father died was the day I started falling in love.

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Crystal Eaters and Red Giants

Rumpus contributor Shane Jones‘s new novel, Crystal Eaters, is out this month from Two Dollar Radio. He’s been exchanging emails with Laura van den Berg about the new book, parenthood,…

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Lost Words For A Spruce Tree

Over at The Hairpin, Isabelle Fraser interviews Ann Wroe, obituary writer for The Economist. Wroe has written obituaries for J.D. Salinger, Aaron Swartz, and the 25-year old carp that was “England’s best-loved fish”.…

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Here Everything Is Possible

My mother died suddenly at a dining room table, in the middle of a wonderful meal, surrounded by a large, extended family that loved her. One minute she was completely immersed in the world—talking, laughing, eating—and the next minute she was gone.

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Three Things I Have Never Told Anyone

Does it seem now like I believe in God and he is a comfort to me? I don’t, and he isn’t. And yet this story is a comfort to me.

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Litany for My Mother’s Body

My mother’s body horrified me. Nine years old, I watched her dress. Her belly was rippled and sagged and scarred—a used-up bag of nothing.

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