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The Shittiest New Year’s Eve Ever
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: There Will Be Blood
It is 1980, I am twelve years old, and there is so much blood.Not mine, but my younger brother Adam’s, who is lying on the floor at my feet, crumpled and stunned, and cradling his head in his little...
View ArticleMØ Performs at Nobel Prize Concert
The Nobel Peace Prize Concert took place this weekend in Oslo, its prize going to the Tunisian National Dialogue Quartet, which is the association of the Tunisian General Labour Union, the Tunisian...
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Readers Report: Impossible Resolutions
A collection of short pieces written by Rumpus readers pertaining to the subject of “Impossible Resolutions.”Edited by Susan Clements.* * *Gabe knew there was a way out. He bargained with himself to...
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Are We All Our Own Vanishing
We all had a sickness after our brother Scott took his life. We don’t talk about his death and its power over us; rarely do the four of us kids even speak, and we were once a bustling, intimate...
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Preservation
My husband is posing for a picture, his head wedged inside the jaw of an enormous alligator, his mouth stretched in mock fear. The alligator, stuffed and mounted, squats in an artificial habitat—think...
View ArticleThe Saturday Rumpus Essay: 69 Love Songs
Everything around us we optimize. Think of the humble MicroSD card for too long and you lose grasp of the laws of physics. Everything, each iteration, smaller—cars, engines, computers, phones, laptops,...
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This Week in Short Fiction
Tomorrow night, we denizens of planet Earth will gather with friends and family, or with complete strangers at a bar somewhere, or with a mob of people in an over-crowded and freezing square, or we...
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This Is What I Get for Wanting
Before 2017, the last Valentine’s Day I’d spent with a significant other was easily a decade ago. In the years between, Valentine’s Day has passed with little to no fanfare other than a twinge of...
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Too Close to Home
I tell my body to sink into our leather couch because people are outside firing their guns into the cold black sky as if they have lost their natural black minds. I keep sinking deeper and deeper...
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