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HURRICANE (FINALLY) ISAAC
AUGUST 30, 2012The New Orleans streets are a mess with shredded branches and other debris – roof tiles, broken signs, errant gutters – but the city, I think, so far, came through fine. People know how...
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Seven Storms
The last storm of the century was on March 12, 1993. It was a freak spring superstorm, a little like this one–a cyclonic blizzard that merged with a nor’easter on its way up the coast. I was 10 years...
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Readers Report Back From… Storm Stories
A collection of short pieces written by Rumpus readers pertaining to the subject of “Storm Stories.”Edited by Susan Clements.***The morning after Sandy stormed New York, I wandered Brooklyn’s Prospect...
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Rumpus Original Fiction: As Soon as I Stop
This morning I discovered a mystery involving the swivel chair in my cubicle on the twenty-fifth floor of the spiral tower downtown. When I lifted my legs off the floor, the chair began to turn. I...
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Self-Portrait with Parts Missing and/or Smeared
So who’s missing is the first question we’re asked. I’m inside my ten-year-old body inside the classroom that looks out on a hill we’ve all rolled down during spring. Our scratched desks clustered like...
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Three Flash Fictions by Niyah Morris
Lowcountry We were not unreasonable, the people of Lowcountry. We knew storms passed along the coast. We knew their names and welcomed them like old friends. Come summers, rain sheeted the land and...
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Finding the Inside Story: A Conversation with Paul Crenshaw
He’d grown up in small town, heartland Arkansas against a backdrop of tornado sirens, a nearby military base, and conservative Southern Baptists. I’d grown up in a small town in the Northeast and was...
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Turning the Lights On
Honor her for all her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate. – Proverbs 31:31 NIV When my momma finally comes home, she sinks into the couch and kicks up the footrest....
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