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domestic violence
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Wake the Goddamn World
On a darkened street in Prague, an older man assaults a younger woman, while an American teacher--safe in her apartment above--watches from the window. More than a decade later, Megan Stielstra remembers, interrogating accountability, time and language.
Hateful Things
Taylor’s arms are around me and I haven’t yet realized that the first boy I’ve ever loved is teaching me how to hate.
“Searching for A Memory That Wasn’t There”
I met my friends in San Francisco, and I felt safe. I kept thinking – so curiously! – that I hoped he was okay. How could someone be so angry…
In the Ezo: Behind Closed Doors in Tbilisi
Things move quickly in Tbilisi, when they move at all.
Brother, This is Your Memory Cloak
I was stronger. By far I was the stronger of us both. A ballerina’s punch could’ve broken your nose, but I held back. We danced around the room like two tiny sparrows pecking at a fresh worm.
Placenta Previa
The only time I can stand the sight of the bouquet of bullshit is early in the morning, before I flip on the lights. In the dark their perfection is only imagined, not confirmed by sight. This eases the edges like a pain pill dulls the healing muscles around the site of my incision.
The Rumpus Interview with Rachel Lloyd
Rachel Lloyd talks about her book, Girls Like Us, founding Girls Education and Mentoring Service (GEMS), and why she was hesitant to write a memoir.
Dear Young Ladies Who Love Chris Brown So Much They Would Let Him Beat Them
Do you know what you’re saying? Do you really?
What’s the Matter With (Topeka) Kansas?
Seriously, what the hell? Via Feministing, this is one of the more disturbing stories I’ve come across. Topeka County said is couldn’t afford to prosecute domestic battery cases, so they…
“If You Ever Write About Me…”
“Nothing links up, nothing makes sense, there’s only feelings and actions as you’re lost to something bigger than yourself. There is no cause. In that way, and perhaps in that…
The Unveiled Animal
Joshua Mohr’s second novel returns to the seedy side of San Francisco, where the addicted and the lost search for redemption.