Lisa Marie Forde
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Speaking to Men at Parties
There are moments when the light passes just right over the high point of someone’s cheekbone and I imagine my whole life as it would have been in a different universe, tracing the events of this imaginary life from that…
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Six Micro Stories
Our eager fingernails fill with dust as we dream of sweetness on our tongues.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Litany of Invisible Things
The sound of love: you and him. Once upon a time.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: On the Farm
On the farm, I understand exactly the degree to which I have come to depend on alcohol, since in the first three weeks I think about it frequently and get worried and even look for it twice in the farmer’s…
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Pecking Order
I didn’t feel guilty, not exactly, but I did feel a twang of remorse as we left her by herself.