From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Mr. Burley
My favorite was usually the smallest, the most alive.
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...moreFollowing Sunday services, everyone had gathered for a potluck meal.
...moreShe can really throw herself into a stoning.
...moreThis book begs to be flipped through and read with leisure.
...moreIt feels like a luxury to have just enough.
...moreWhat does a newborn’s swallow sound like?
...moreMalcolm Tariq discusses his debut poetry collection, HEED THE HOLLOW.
...moreFor many years, I tried to civilize myself.
...moreI’ll always wish for one last dim sum, one more time to hear the words “I love you, too.”
...moreA Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
...moreAlready, at nine, my son knows that eating makes me happy.
...moreTo hunger is to need.
...moreHow does food bring you closer to those whom you love?
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