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From the Archive: The Dark All Around Us
There is still light in the dark. This is the paradox that Little Bear has to accept in order to fall asleep.
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From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction—The Christmas Party
I laugh. My laugh, this thing that sounds better on somebody else.
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Joe at the Aquarium
I pushed him so he glided through the fish, the eels, the boxed-in worlds of blues.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: My Mother Fires Guns
You are never really at peace with what you haven’t gotten.
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Wash
I hate the word clean. It’s antiseptic, scrubbed raw; it makes me think of sin and guilt and a God I don’t believe in.
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Smoke Signals to the Dead: A Conversation with Jenny Qi
Jenny Qi discusses her debut poetry collection, FOCAL POINT.
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Holding Together What’s Left: The Blues of Heaven by Barbara Ras
You want to, but do you? Do you dare hope?
