From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Forty-Six
Waiting to turn forty-six is like standing in the unrelenting sunshine.
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Join NOW!Waiting to turn forty-six is like standing in the unrelenting sunshine.
...moreYou might gasp. You might gasp and your heart slips out. You whisper and let red willows drift toward the river.
...moreYou are never really at peace with what you haven’t gotten.
...moreGustavo “Goose” Alvarez talks with Cullen Thomas about PRISON RAMEN, and more.
...moreFear is real. Pain is real. Loss is real. Suffering is real.
...moreI can’t relax. Bullets are on my mind.
...moreWhile my friends write their truths in nearby cabins, I wear my silence like a bulletproof vest.
...moreSurvival, for Landau, is both instinctual and ultimately pointless.
...moreI imagine Lady Justice’s fingers tipping the scales: Rose to leave, and me to sleep.
...moreI tell Kurinda I’d lie flat on the floor under a pile of jackets.
...moreMy whistle was useless. Using it felt like an insult.
...moreWe must find a way to keep the roots of love and justice strong.
...moreThe process of guiding people to speak their truths was isolating.
...moreI was seven the first time I fired a gun.
...moreThe obscenities and tragedies of American life pile up with speed, and in quantities, that are appalling.
...moreDoesn’t murder exclude a person from being described as “a good guy”?
...moreTom McAllister discusses his new novel, How to Be Safe, workshops, Twitter, dystopia, and narrative voice.
...moreLove twists itself into fear, into statistics, into things people can live with.
...moreWhose lives are visible? Whose pain is just? Whose grief is vocal? Such inquiry is not rhetorical.
...moreI don’t remember when [my brother] ran away; I just remember him being gone more often than not.
...moreI do the best I can to reach out to those I see isolated or disturbed, but I have to also be careful I don’t make myself a target.
...moreDon’t join them in their prayers (the god they pray to doesn’t exist).
...moreSarah Blake discusses her new collection, Let’s Not Live on Earth, questions in poems, monsters, and the challenge of writing a dystopia.
...moreSimone John’s first full-length collection of poems, Testify, is a remarkable exercise in documentary poetics.
...moreWe never want something more than when it has been taken away from us. The opposite of freedom is confinement.
...moreOne person’s freedom to do anything they want can mean the absolute negation of another’s freedom.
...moreWhat is so extraordinary about this collection is its lyricism, its humanity, and its urgency.
...moreShe never stopped, a bee buzzing from flower to flower to flower, collecting all the sweetness she could.
...moreAnd then one guy on his team yells, “You have to touch the bases, buddy! This is still America!” That is all it takes. For one guy on the other side to put country over party.
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