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A Cyclops Searches for Love in the Digital Age
In some way I think all the stories I write are love stories… Over at the New Yorker, writer Ramona Ausubel discusses “You Can Find Love Now,” her short story…
Three Things I Have Never Told Anyone
Does it seem now like I believe in God and he is a comfort to me? I don’t, and he isn’t. And yet this story is a comfort to me.
Of Farmers and Fathers
For reasons I’ll never understand, I am my father’s rooster. My life is filled with farmers. We find our farmers where our interests are, I guess.
I Cook Because I Love You
When my grandmother taught me to make banana pancakes, which we did every Wednesday night through much of my childhood, she would counsel “Hold the bowl” as I stirred, which…
The Language of Desire
The alchemy of desire is much harder to master, its falls more tragic. And yet our language for it is maddeningly woolly. The great poets have striven for clarity here but most of us are doomed
Ray Bradbury on love, life, and writing
The folks over at Brainpickings have unearthed a video from 1974 from a show called Day at Night where guest Ray Bradbury talked about writing, love, and life. “I use…
Mexican Pain Pills and Butterflies
Rumpus managing editor Zoë Ruiz has a new essay at Ohio Edit. She talks about pain management, sex, friendship, and visions. “On Tuesday night, I drive to a bar on Spring Street…
Love and Mark Ruffalo
Rumpus contributor Wendy C. Ortiz has an essay at The Nervous Breakdown about the two times she saw Mark Ruffalo and why she couldn’t talk about the first time for…
A new way to measure time
At the New York Times, Chris Huntington writes an essay about how working with prisoners taught him to reevaluate how he measured time, as well as his successes and failures.…
Of Love and Loss
For Guernica, Boyer Rickel offers us raw reflections on love and disease after losing his partner in “Morgan: A Lyric.” You don’t realize how much nothing is until you have nothing,…
Songs of Our Lives: Leonard Cohen’s “Famous Blue Raincoat”
Leonard Cohen’s “Famous Blue Raincoat” begins at four in the morning, an hour usually armed with drunken reverie, but occasionally visited on insomniac nights, leaving you with nothing to do but to send search parties into the shadowed rivers of the soul