heartbreak
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From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Mustard Seeds
At the end of the week, which was long with sleepless nights, Miri picked her heart out of the kitchen sink, put it in a paper lunch bag, and took it to the witch.
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Deleting Your Photos in a Poppy Field
It took all of the world’s beauty for me step forward, once more.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Softest Part
We sleep and we pretend to sleep. We wait for the day to turn into night.
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Heartbreak and Hair Dye: Talking with Amy Feltman
Amy Feltman discusses her debut novel, WILLA & HESPER.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Drink the Wine That Moves You
Were they all just kittens, really, the comfort of their warm blood the only defense between life and a dump in the river?
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Sunday Rumpus Poetry: Three Poems by Amy Strauss Friedman
I thought that hearts were meant to function as uteri, / to grow linings that bleed clotty when life won’t adhere, / to stall like rusty engines in barren winters, / unprepared for the seasonal shift.
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VISIBLE: Women Writers of Color: Tara Betts
Tara Betts discusses her newest collection, Break the Habit, the burden placed on black women artists to be both artist and activist, and why writing is rooted in identity.
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The Rumpus Interview with Sandra Cisneros
Sandra Cisneros, author of The House on Mango Street, talks about her new memoir, A House of My Own, living in a post-9/11 era, and the necessity of heartbreak.
