From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: No Good
The sounds that she would expect here are entirely absent. There are no cries, no weeping. Just soothing, muffled tones.
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Join NOW!The sounds that she would expect here are entirely absent. There are no cries, no weeping. Just soothing, muffled tones.
...moreThe frame expands. The structure collapses. The pieces are still speaking.
...moreNatalia Hero discusses her debut novella, HUM.
...moreShe wants us to know the mental and emotional labor is exhausting.
...moreIn my hands is the record of my youth.
...moreTo grieve is to demonstrate dedication to those we love.
...moreMilitello chooses cadence over chronology to show how moments flow into each other and through us.
...moreAmber van de Bunt discusses her debut memoir, OVERCOME.
...moreJason Allen discusses his debut novel, THE EAST END.
...moreMaybe the worst part about living with this is that it doesn’t leave me.
...moreI want a PhD in how to want, effortlessly, to be alive.
...moreIf my body is a bill to pay, my voice will be singing the receipts.
...moreIt’s not that easy. It’s never that easy.
...moreColonies. Communities. Our children are collapsing.
...moreAiley O’Toole discusses her forthcoming chapbook, GRIEF, AND WHAT COMES AFTER.
...moreOur eyes are bleary, but we are laughing, the kind of laugh that comes before tears.
...moreTo watch Jersey Shore is to watch my fantasy, only it’s an imperfect recreation.
...morePraise the family that tethers me. Praise the well-used kitchen utensils and scoured mixing bowls and butter knives, thick slabs of jelly on the bread.
...moreThe day after Hugh Hefner died, I received a text from my sister that our grandfather was starring alongside James Franco and Maggie Gyllenhaal in HBO’s new series, The Deuce.
...moreDanilova says the act of making the album helped her to work through this shared existential trauma.
...moreShe never stopped, a bee buzzing from flower to flower to flower, collecting all the sweetness she could.
...moreBut let’s not forget: feminism is, at least in part, about choice, and portions of life are play, not politics. Play and relationships and creativity and whatever we want.
...moreTo me, my mother’s body has always been the safest place—a place for me to return and to transform.
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