Butcher Knives at the Ready
For many years, I tried to civilize myself.
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...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.
...moreMalcolm Tariq discusses his debut collection, HEED THE HOLLOW.
...moreAs it turned out, though, it was he who would surprise me that evening.
...morePerfection over pasta. Beauty over bread. The more it hurt, the better.
...moreWhite Castle or McDonald’s? Death always made her hungry.
...moreIt’s beyond comfort food. And when I’m out on the road it’s a signifier of home.
...moreHow does food bring you closer to those whom you love?
...moreJ. Ryan Stradal discusses his new novel, THE LAGER QUEEN OF MINNESOTA.
...moreFind and replace. Food for alcohol. Daughter for dad.
...moreMy Filipino father refused to be upstaged by a white man’s lechon.
...more“Trust that if you want to write that much it will find a way out of you.”
...moreMalaka Gharib discusses her graphic memoir, I WAS THEIR AMERICAN DREAM.
...moreSoniah Kamal discusses her forthcoming novel, UNMARRIAGABLE.
...moreA Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
...moreI am an oracle who, while dispensing answers to all those who seek them, cannot predict my own future.
...moreI eat, and eat, and eat, and mourn.
...moreComfort and memory and grief commingled in the dish.
...moreKyle Dargan discusses his new collection, ANAGNORISIS.
...moreElissa Washuta discusses her chapbook, STARVATION MODE.
...moreAllie Rowbottom discusses her debut memoir, JELL-O GIRLS.
...moreIn my marriage, food was love. And control. And coercion. And apologies.
...moreYour mind doesn’t play tricks on you. You play tricks on your mind.
...moreIf you ask me why I did it, I can’t give you a proper answer. I was hungry and didn’t have much money, but it wasn’t like I was homeless or went to sleep starving.
...moreIt seems when our dialogue loses nuance, society in turn loses its mind.
...moreI want to enjoy something so thoroughly, like my coworker using his fingers to dig guac out of a burrito bowl.
...moreTo pull into a rest area and get a bag of KFC or McDonald’s or whatever is kind of soul crushing, or at least it is for us.
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