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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Tinfoil Astronaut

Every time I leap there is a chance I will fall, and every time I fall there is a chance I will finally crack my head open like a Faberge egg and luminous black spiders will crawl out to mark the outline of my body with blinking stars and black thread.

The Rumpus Interview with Wendy C. Ortiz

Wendy C. Ortiz discusses her new book Bruja, what a "dreamoire" is, the magic all around us, and why she loves indices—and cats.

The Rumpus Interview with Esmé Weijun Wang

Esmé Weijun Wang discusses her first novel, The Border of Paradise, about a multi-generational new American family, creative expression through writing and photography, and interracial relationships.

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Hard to Kill

Now everything finally made sense. I had practically died and woken up, resurrected. That’s why everyone was looking at me funny. Like its cousin Death, Near-Death leaves a stench that makes people uncomfortable.

The Rumpus Interview with J.D. Vance

J.D. Vance talks about his memoir, Hillbilly Elegy: A Memoir of a Family and Culture in Crisis, the perils of upward mobility, and never forgetting where you come from.

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Scrabbling Love

While I was in residential treatment, my Scrabble games with my mom slowed down. We both lingered over our turns, taking longer than usual to make the next move. Normally…

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Missing Lorraine

I guess I was somewhat relieved that my aunt realized she wouldn’t survive another day in her apartment, and I cautiously believed that she did want to live, at least for the next ninety days.

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The Murder That Shaped Our Family

When I ask her about her childhood, she draws a blank. There is only blackness to her past, her entire early life erased by the trauma of that night.

The Rumpus Interview with Brit Bennett

Brit Bennett discusses her debut novel The Mothers, investigating “what-if” moments, and navigating racism in white spaces.

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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: I Know This Fireman

My father makes me cry when he starts crying and walks into the kitchen to call 911 because he doesn’t know how to fix this. He is the guy who could always fix everything.

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White Noise

People never detail the confusion—the way days feel like years, and seconds like hours.

Voices on Addiction: Surrender

Somewhere along the way, the salty fresh sea breezes of the beach are replaced by the drier, more metallic air of my mother’s neighborhood. It might as well be a different continent.

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