domestic violence
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The Rumpus Interview with Micah Perks
Micah Perks talks about her new novel, What Becomes Us, America’s cultural and mythical heritage, and why every novel is a political novel.
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: No Wound
Maybe I can touch it and show it to you. If I convince you, we can call it real. And then perhaps it will be.
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This Week in Short Fiction
This week at Guernica’s newly re-designed website, author Jean McGarry has a short story, “Come to Me,” about an abusive relationship and the tangled dynamics of power and devotion that can hold its victims in place. That was day four;…
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What I’ll Tell My Children: On Being ‘F***Able’ under the Regime of President-elect
It’s time to take responsibility for compliancy.
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Missing Lorraine
I guess I was somewhat relieved that my aunt realized she wouldn’t survive another day in her apartment, and I cautiously believed that she did want to live, at least for the next ninety days.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: (On My Throat)
…the connection between the throat and heart and that which they represent: voice and love.
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Dedicate Your No-Trump Vote: Michelle Hoover
You see, when a man believes he has the power to grant a woman personhood by admiring her looks or her body’s use to him… he also believes he has the power to take it away. Trump believes he has…
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When 2 Become 1
One day I went to work on my novel and, to my surprise, a part of it had been rewritten. My boyfriend, seeing my unease, told me that he had done it, that he thought I needed to be funnier.…
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Sound & Vision: Alice Bag
Allyson McCabe talks with Alice Bag, one of LA punk’s first frontwomen in the mid-70s as the lead singer and co-founder of the Bags, and who has just released her self-titled debut solo album.
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: The Kill Shot
1964, a month prior to the anniversary of JFK’s assassination, a different home movie shot. Infant toss. Up-down. Plummeting. I’m ten months of age—picking up speed.
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Strands
The self was attacking the self. My body was blaming itself: it didn’t matter how many times I said or anyone else said, “It isn’t your fault.” I believed it was.
