New Year’s Eve
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This Is What I Get for Wanting
When I cried over the phone, asking him if he was dumping me, he said in his gentle voice, “Sweetheart, we weren’t really a thing yet.”
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This Week in Short Fiction
Tomorrow night, we denizens of planet Earth will gather with friends and family, or with complete strangers at a bar somewhere, or with a mob of people in an over-crowded and freezing square, or we will stay home alone, taking a…
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: 69 Love Songs
Everywhere people are shoving things into the ground—time capsules not to be opened until the year 2100, the more optimistic postmarked for 3000—letters to the future in the language of the now.
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Preservation
I remember my husband, when I asked once why things couldn’t be easy, the way they used to be, saying, bitterly and through clenched teeth, “It was never easy.”
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Are We All Our Own Vanishing
We will never be an exclamation point, an ellipses, a question mark. We must all leave with this: a period—solid, and utterly irrefutable.
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Readers Report: Impossible Resolutions
A collection of short pieces written by Rumpus readers pertaining to the subject of “Impossible Resolutions.”
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MØ Performs at Nobel Prize Concert
The Nobel Peace Prize Concert took place this weekend in Oslo, its prize going to the Tunisian National Dialogue Quartet, which is the association of the Tunisian General Labour Union, the Tunisian Confederation of Industry, Trade and Handicrafts, the Tunisian…
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: There Will Be Blood
It is 1980, I am twelve years old, and there is so much blood.
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The Shittiest New Year’s Eve Ever
As we ring in 2013, Cassie J. Sneider brings us an on-the-road tale from the New Year’s Eve archives.
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Notable San Francisco, This Week: 12/27-1/2
This week in San Francisco: Whether this is your adopted home or you’ve lived here all your life, re-discover the city as you begin another year of living here. Let’s face it, you’re still tired from the holidays and you’re…
