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From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: The Bad Kind of Puppy
This was originally published at The Rumpus on October 14, 2020. One morning, after her husband had left for work, Clara noticed a ticking in her house. She mentally retraced their steps that morning...
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From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: Emergency Lifeboats: 24 (12 on...
This was originally published at The Rumpus on September 13, 2017. No. It’s my mother’s favorite word lately. Did they feed you? No. Are you happy here? No. Do you love me? No. It’s a Sunday at...
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From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: An Other Man
This was originally published at The Rumpus on December 12, 2018 It’s late July, and you’re sitting on a stoop covered in faint cracks. The scorching brownstone beneath your thighs is crossing slowly...
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From the Archive: Why Writing Matters in the Age of Despair
This essay was first published in The Rumpus on July 31, 2018. For twelve years of my life, I kept losing things. The first was a book titled The Conversation Piece, which I bought for my boyfriend at...
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Being the Baby’s Heart
If I stopped rocking the chair while holding the baby, his heart stopped with me. So, I just kept going. We rocked in the nursery, which had pale yellow walls and a brand-new changing table and a crib...
View ArticleWow, Mom!: Mom Genes by Abigail Tucker
I have been told, lately, to take control of many things. Fertility testing companies have ordered me to take control of my reproductive lifespan. Skin care brands have instructed me to take control of...
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Rumpus Original Fiction: A Disappointment
Soon after we decided that indeed, we wanted children, I was pregnant. As the child in my belly grew, so did my husband’s joy. How unexpected, to be expecting so soon, and with us both over thirty! I...
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Rumpus Original Fiction: New Build
We are two months and two hundred thousand dollars into the new build when you say it. The foundation has been poured already. Framing will start soon. Then a roof. Then walls. It’s a snow day in...
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Rumpus Exclusive: “Danny”
When the sparkling, well-bred girls tease you for being an orphan, for having a mother who overdosed on laudanum and a father who took his own life, for being a charity case and scrawny and descended...
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Hatch
The river boiled with trout. Alan Blake was beside himself. Guides reported monster fish from River Junction all the way through the box canyon. All day Friday in surgery, the doctor spoke of his plans...
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Daddies and Sons
When he was a little boy, Jeb Coleman would pick at the scabs on his knees and elbows, imagining how his daddy would suffer before dying. The old man would often get drunk on Four Roses whiskey and...
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A Mother Is an Intellectual Thing
NONFICTION Que sais-je? In a dream once, I traveled toward my mother on the back of red-brown horse, through towns and cityscapes and heavy night and gray fog and merciless winds. Geography was...
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Voices on Addiction: Family Tree
I’m the first in a long line of resilient Midwestern women not to marry an alcoholic, but to become one. The shadow in the veins of the men in my life slid for generations through both bloodlines and...
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Cooped
Just before it all begins, the dog gets out of the house and kills one of our chickens. He shakes her until she goes soft and limp and then he drops her body on the ground. My husband gets rid of the...
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Tangible Darkness
“What time was I born?” Yashar asks his father. “4:45.” “It’s 4:22 now. So in half an hour, I’m six. Right?” “That’s right.” “How old are you?” “Thirty-four.” “Are you ten times older than me?”...
View ArticleHaunted by Hoax: Paul Griner’s The Book of Otto and Liam
Paul Griner’s new novel, The Book of Otto and Liam, opens with Otto Barnes, a thirty-something freelance artist, getting pulled over. He’d been following a route mapped out precisely three years before...
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Rumpus Exclusive: “Dirty Little Secrets”
His eyes rested on the naked Barbie with matted red hair and a blue ribbon tied around its neck that she’d dumped on the table in front of him. “I need to know it’s not you.” Shaking hands spread the...
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Black Talk
It was a rare night: David and Keisha had gotten Ava, their always in motion two-and-a-half-year-old, asleep (in her own bed!) at a decent hour. What to do with the extra time? Their choices were...
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Winter Baby
I am still on medication when I find out I am pregnant: Zoloft, Ativan. We hadn’t officially started trying, so I hadn’t officially started tapering. But now there is a timetable, a deadline, an...
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Rumpus Original Fiction: What Kind of Alone?
A white woman in a red leotard is applying oil to her elbows with five precise rotations. She counts in an intense whisper, her teeth pressed together, her eyes fixed on a spot far ahead of her. All of...
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