Dear Damien Rice’s Seminal 2002 Album O
Let me set the scene: January, 2003. I’m subletting an apartment in Santa Monica with my girlfriend Rebecca. There are way too many strollers around and I simultaneously feel too young and suddenly...
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Paper Birds
What if we had met when we were sixteen, instead of now, mid-life, carving out time together without kids, strategizing schedules so our bodies can come together in a dovetailed pact of complicit...
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The Rumpus Interview with Annie DeWitt
Few writers can assemble a sentence with the elegance of Annie DeWitt, whose work I first fell for in the pages of NOON a couple of years ago. To be more accurate, my admiration arrived in the ear, as...
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Rumpus Original Fiction: First Love
I met my first love in college. He wore beat-up windbreaker jackets, spoke with a Boston accent despite being from Detroit, and wanted to be an engineer and build bridges. We went to a large public...
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The Last Poem I Loved: “In Defense of Our Overgrown Garden” by Matthea Harvey
I’ve never been much of a poetry person. A natural skeptic, I assumed for years that interpretations of symbolism and imagery were mostly projected onto texts by academic readers, people who couldn’t...
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