Voices on Addiction: Safety in a Blue Light
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...moreShe introduced me to the ugly of religion and to the beauty of the world.
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...moreWhat I know has taken a long time to learn, and even longer to accept.
...moreAfter, they said I was like a saint. Death changes people’s memory.
...moreA Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
...moreA seagull plummeted into the wounded water.
...moreThere was no map, no compass. Just me, the needle, and heroin.
...moreBecause Petty was so prolific and so popular, the intense craftsmanship of his body of work has been hiding in plain sight.
...moreAiley O’Toole discusses her forthcoming chapbook, GRIEF, AND WHAT COMES AFTER.
...moreIntellectually, I know Gracie’s mom loves her and needs help. In practice, I just want my daughter safe.
...more[A]s with any documentary, every one of our stories eventually becomes a ghost story. On a long enough timeline, that is.
...moreIf you’re judging your characters, you’re not doing it right. I’ll always be grateful to [Denis] Johnson for teaching me that.
...moreTrying to protect him from himself is like trying to protect atmosphere from weather.
...moreFor Mother, two worlds—earth we inhabit together, then the hot, heavenly body of euphoria and speed. Often, Mother exists in the tear between these worlds, belonging nowhere, to no one.
...moreDonald Ray Pollock has been steadily serving up plates of mild horror since his first book of short stories, Knockemstiff, appeared in 2008. Pollock followed the explosion of Knockemstiff with The Devil All the Time, in 2011, his first novel, which also bordered on the genre of mystery, again with generous servings of darkness. His […]
...moreMusic contextualizes our feelings, clarifies them, gives them new meaning.
...moreI will always feel a little broken. Intellectually, I know her disease is “not my fault.” But I’m her mother. I will always partially feel the blame.
...morePerhaps part of what prompted me to get clean and sober was the fact I kept making myself uncomfortable.
...moreShe studies you, still panting with an energy that consumes the room, and whispers in a reedy voice: “They say you fucked up your heart.”
...moreI lost a best friend and that means something, but you cannot deny that to go on the grief has to stop killing you, eventually.
...moreJennifer Steil reflects on the death and life of her ex and comes to an unexpected understanding of addiction and the limits of responsibility.
...moreHe’s a cute mensch, I gathered, a cuddly fellow with a well- groomed beard, sad eyes, and, most importantly, a comforting voice that sounded like he was about to either cry or laugh.
...moreWe’ve had a busy couple weekends at the Rumpus lately, and we wanted to make sure nobody missed any of the spectacular essays and book reviews we’ve been posting. For example, this weekend we reviewed Bradley L. Garrett’s urban-exploration treatise Explore Everything, and Thea Goodman wrote about her complex relationship with a cousin who suffered a […]
...moreAfter her charismatic older cousin was burned in a fire, Thea Goodman found in him a kindred spirit. Years after his overdose, she revisits their complex relationship’s influence and aftermath.
...more“A nigga don’t come out of jail and get his toes done,” ODB is quoted in a new biography, as he pointed out the earth-tones and the feng-shui waterfall in a manicure parlor. “How are the kids gonna feel about this?”
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