From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: Prescriptions
I wore sobriety like a shirt that was too tight in the shoulders, and everyone around me knew it.
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Join NOW!I wore sobriety like a shirt that was too tight in the shoulders, and everyone around me knew it.
...moreWaiting to turn forty-six is like standing in the unrelenting sunshine.
...moreThere is still light in the dark. This is the paradox that Little Bear has to accept in order to fall asleep.
...moreAn exclusive look at the cover of Rimma Onoseta’s forthcoming novel, HOW YOU GROW WINGS.
...moreA Rumpus series of work by women, trans, and nonbinary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
...moreAlix Ohlin discusses her new story collection, WE WANT WHAT WE WANT.
...moreWilla C. Richards discusses her debut novel, THE COMFORT OF MONSTERS.
...moreA Rumpus series of work by women, trans, and nonbinary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
...moreI remember when I learned there is a syntax to love.
...moreI used to be able to teach sex without thinking about sex.
...moreMelissa Scholes Young discusses her new novel, THE HIVE.
...moreThe beach was shrinking. That was how we thought of it at first.
...moreIn deep grief, we rotate inside of a funhouse.
...moreDantiel W. Moniz discusses her debut story collection, MILK BLOOD HEAT.
...moreAnything we write now is a primary source.
...moreOksana Zabuzhko discusses her story collection, YOUR AD COULD GO HERE.
...moreSuzanne Farrell Smith discusses her debut memoir, THE MEMORY SESSIONS.
...moreMy defensiveness has never been what’s saved me.
...more“I like to engage with and argue with the research; this makes the work dynamic.”
...moreThe rage and frustration overwhelmed all rational thought.
...moreI want to respond from my heart—not my anger, my judgment, my desire.
...moreTurn the corner, let the darkness swallow you, and you’re in the stacks.
...moreThis is my mother’s soup. This is what I aim for.
...moreThere’s a collective guilt. So, our parents buy us friends.
...moreErin Pringle discusses her debut novel, HEZADA! I MISS YOU.
...moreMy family rarely throws the word addiction around. If we do, it is whispered.
...moreThis is what I think of when I think of home; Africa is my altar.
...moreAs it turned out, though, it was he who would surprise me that evening.
...moreThis may be a reclamation story.
...more“Healing is a process you must actively engage in.”
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