From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Three Flash Fictions by Niyah Morris
The lasso was a gaping mouth that opened wide enough, we hoped, to swallow the cloud.
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...moreDerrick Austin discusses his new poetry collection, TENDERNESS.
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...moreJ. Nicole Jones discusses her debut memoir, LOW COUNTRY.
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...moreChelsea Bieker discusses her debut novel, GODSHOT.
...moreTurn the corner, let the darkness swallow you, and you’re in the stacks.
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...moreElvia Wilk discusses her debut novel, OVAL.
...moreWhen the air turns cool, and the leaves turn color.
...moreGarrard Conley and Taylor Larsen discuss their recent work.
...moreEve L. Ewing discusses her new collection, 1919.
...moreI whisper into my own ear: you are safe, you don’t need to run.
...moreCai Emmons discusses her forthcoming novel, WEATHER WOMAN.
...moreKatie Jean Shinkle discusses her new novel, RUINATION.
...moreJenny Boully discusses her new book, Betwixt-and-Between: Essays on the Writing Life, construction of voice, occupying liminal spaces, and editing with sincerity.
...moreIt is March, almost April, and the year feels like a spool of days spliced out of order, leaping treacherously from sun to ice to sun to rain to snow.
...moreShe tried her best to be clinical, but his dreaming scared her, made her think of ghosts and aswang stealing pieces of her—little bit by little bit.
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...moreA collection of short pieces written by Rumpus readers pertaining to the subject of “Harvest.”
...morePoet Jennifer Barber discusses loss, identity, historical trauma, and her newest collection, Works on Paper.
...moreThese are not stories about the weather, these are stories about life and death. Over at the Ploughshares blog, E.V. De Cleyre considers the importance of weather in the works of Kathryn Schulz, Anthony Doerr, and Claire Vaye Watkins.
...moreIf I was a ghost, I wouldn’t want nothing to do with the world that killed me.
...moreFor the New Yorker, Kathryn Schulz analyzes “meteorological activity in fiction,” and how recent questions about climate change has led to a reemergence of weather related fiction, particularly in dystopian works: Our earliest stories about the weather concerned beginnings and endings. What emerged from the cold and darkness of the void will return to it; waters that […]
...moreOver at The Awl, Josephine Livingstone treats us to poetics on the colorful sounds of precipitation: Actual rain falling on my urban windows was, however, just too good to miss. I have lived on three continents and my family comes from a fourth: these circumstances have forged in me a deep and abiding attachment to […]
...moreThe Peckman River broke its banks on September 14th, flooding out the center of our town, closing roads and causing days of little local streets lined with heaps of the sad, soaked contents of basements, left out not to dry, but simply to be taken away.
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