From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Forty-Six
Waiting to turn forty-six is like standing in the unrelenting sunshine.
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...moreI pushed him so he glided through the fish, the eels, the boxed-in worlds of blues.
...moreMorbid humor exists for a reason: to poke fun at our inevitable ends and lighten its emotional load.
...moreIf the birds were first, other small things would surely follow, and we are the caretakers of small things.
...moreAs the title suggests, Sanctuary creates a safe space for grief in all its forms.
...moreWhat makes a body violable? This jaw, a piece of evidence. This body, the remains of a life.
...more“Tick tock tick tock,” Raven says. “It’s my departure or yours.”
...more“As a writer, to describe even perils can be a form of hope.”
...moreMan was living on the moon but Medicare was still a disaster.
...moreAndrés Cerpa discusses his new poetry collection, THE VAULT.
...moreElizabeth Ellen discusses her new story collection, HER LESSER WORK.
...moreIs it not in the warm chambers of the past, after all, that we are immortal, invincible, and alive?
...moreI wonder, then, what it is to die. Perhaps to die is a matter of location.
...moreThere was nothing in the world I had ever needed to do quite like dance.
...more“I like marinating in uncertainty for as long as possible.”
...moreThe body, like a country, holds so much, and all at once.
...moreIt’s exhausting, I realize, to constantly convince myself that I matter.
...moreIt’d been a while since I’d spent time in a body.
...moreIn deep grief, we rotate inside of a funhouse.
...moreThere are many ways to be ripped to shreds.
...more“Any good poem has form and acts out its meanings in form.”
...moreFor Chang, figurative language proves unsatisfactory when compared to the depth of her grief.
...moreWhen we begin life, language is play.
...moreAll your efforts and still you must reckon with this end.
...moreRuefle’s memories are as alive as the bodies holding them.
...moreVictoria Chang discusses her new poetry collection, OBIT.
...moreI can’t relax. Bullets are on my mind.
...moreIt is winter, and I’ve been thinking a lot about Samuel Beckett.
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