Animal as Metaphor: Erica Berry’s Wolfish
Emotions rattle us. A high in one moment—holding someone’s hand, say—does not prevent dread or regret or humiliation from cropping up in the
Emotions rattle us. A high in one moment—holding someone’s hand, say—does not prevent dread or regret or humiliation from cropping up in the
The Rumpus needs your help. Today, we’re launching this $10K crowdfunding campaign to redesign the magazine’s website. We’ve been running on
Emerson Whitney, writer and professor at Goddard College, has given us a thrilling memoir in Daddy Boy (McSweeney’s), the electric follow-up to his
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A living tree is a dare. Jordan had a favorite, a western red cedar, that lay just a few minutes’ walk into the woods behind his house. It was his
George Saunders said it best: “Max Porter is one of my favorite writers in the world. Why? Because he’s always asking the most important
1989 Dettingen, Germany It’s a late summer afternoon, the sky blush and gold. The heat has left my cheeks flushed and my hair sweaty. I find my
New Column Alert <3 Parallel Practice, a new monthly column at The Rumpus, is edited by our very own Anna Held, whom you may remember from our
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Written with poetic lyricism laced with rage and humor, Jane Wong’s Meet Me Tonight in Atlantic City is rooted in her childhood as the daughter of
I first fell in love with Alissa Hattman’s writing when I was introduced to her short stories—a favorite being “Bearing,” about a pregnant
Through various poetic forms he shows us how living is rife with struggle and challenge and uncertainty. The poems in Above Ground are at turns
CONFESSION Ⅰ I am terrified
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On the left, painter Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres’s 1832 portrait of Louis-François Bertin, dressed in black, hands on his knees, looking at us