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October 25, 2023 | Fiction

Incontrovertible Proof that You Are an Asshole

Michael Schoch

I would talk to the doll, then it would talk back to me, reflecting me to myself. And then I’d adjust my behavior accordingly. And, eventually, become a better, less annoying person. It’s kind of genius in a way?

October 24, 2023 | Poetry

Homage

Ebba Wiig

we forgive nothing
we forget nothing
we just ignore it
wasn’t that always
the problem?

October 24, 2023 | Fiction

Etymologies

Bud Jennings

Under a contrived knit brow, his eyes aimlessly drifted among a thicket of words, until they happened to stop on depling, noun, German to Middle English, a child born to older parents, and thus he found a new label for himself, more succinct than his mother’s change-of-life baby and less piercing than faggot, which Joey Novakis and his friends would blurt as they passed him in the school hallways.

October 23, 2023 | Nonfiction

Transcript of a Hypothetical TikTok Cooking Video

Liam E.T. Johnson

Okay guys today I'm going to be making you one of my favorite dishes from childhood with a couple of my own little twists. My mom used to make this all the time and I just love it. It's suuuper

October 22, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

There Was Something Wrong With That Sky

Rita Taryan

While I sucked my husband’s penis he gaped at the sky, to which he exclaimed, “That’s the most orange orange I have ever seen!” 

October 20, 2023 | Fiction

Self-Love is an Act of War

Toby McCasker

A furious hellhound runs at her. Katja kicks this final test away. Lashes a heel into the beast’s sternum. And she feels nothing. Numbed somehow inside her phalanx of a thousand suns. Only rags and ragged breathing, one of her eyes damaged red to melting: She feels nothing.

October 19, 2023 | Poetry

Two Poems

Bronwen Lam

So beautiful I say
About the moon on my app

October 18, 2023 | Poetry

Julia Fox Isn't A Writer & other poems

Elizabeth Ellen

I hadn’t notified Interview magazine abt it
I hadn’t tweeted abt it either
I wasn’t post alt lit
Or a genius

October 18, 2023 | Poetry

The Girl Who poems

Molly Zhu

The Girl Who Loves to Clean

The girl had a messy childhood. It was littered with loud noises and tons of shouting. Sometimes these were happy sounds: the scream of excitement tumbling down the

October 17, 2023 | Fiction

The Director’s Girlfriend

Callie Zucker

You were familiar with this posture, of a girl waiting for someone to notice her not notice them.

October 16, 2023 | Fiction

Anatomy of a Ruined Wingspan

John Madera

There are times when you just want to go up to no one in particular, and say, “Fuck you and the nutsack that held nightmare-you for x amount of time,” even if, and perhaps especially when, the eventual target is your own face.

October 15, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

To Play Younger

Elizabeth Burch-Hudson

  1. A well to do woman hosts an orgy that gets gate crashed by a vanilla couple (I just want to be included).
  2. A boy is seduced by his ex-girlfriend’s hot mom on the Fourth of July (I’m facing my fear of MILFs).
October 13, 2023 | Poetry

The Cimmerians (look it up)

Taylor Napolsky

The

Idol said

Taking risks is the most important

Thing an artist can do

October 12, 2023 | Nonfiction

Bleed the girl out

Emmeline Clein

She wears those sharp button downs, tucked into pants with riding boots, and a blunt bob. Sometimes, even, a tie. Knotting, unknotting, re-knotting in the smudged dorm mirror, how many tries does it take to get right?

October 11, 2023 | Nonfiction

Mother Out of Time

Emma Burger

The first fries I had when I was a kid weren’t from McDonald’s but from The Odeon.

October 10, 2023 | Poetry

5 poems

md wheatley

waking up with
the desire to lay here
to look around the room
and notice things

October 9, 2023 | Interview

Tamara MC in Conversation with Athena Dixon, author of The Loneliness Files

Tamara MC, Ph.D.

What does a lifetime of loneliness look like, feel like in the body? Athena Dixon examines this question in her second book, The Loneliness Files, published by Tin House, and edited by one of my

October 8, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

Angel

Cameron Darc

The first man is the only one that kills you.

—COLETTE, La Naissance du Jour

 

Who is Angel? Who am I.

Have you ever loved a mirror?

Laughed, on suicide watch, until Kool-Aid spilled

October 6, 2023 | Trip Reports

Jacko Is Wacko Is Us

Jon Doughboy

Is my dick the one getting off in a peanut can?

October 5, 2023 | Nonfiction

NOTES FROM THE BLOOD FACTORY, VOL ONE: SETTING UP THE BUTCHER SHOP

Frank Reardon

What most people don’t know is that most of your town butchers are on some kind of pill, powder, or liquid, to get them through the day. 

October 4, 2023 | Fiction

After Women

Chloe Caldwell

I have a dream, after selling this book, someone asks me what it’s about. I explain and they say,  So, the narrator is still pining after Finn? They put emphasis on the word ‘still.’

October 4, 2023 | Fiction

Bogotá

 Kristin Sanders

Ethan had saved $100,000 for his trip. I had $8,000.

October 3, 2023 | Interview

Sending Up Autofiction: Melissa Broder on Death Valley

Anna Dorn

Internet celebrity Melissa Broder’s third novel is what one Goodreads user accurately deemed an “existential horny cactus western.”

October 2, 2023 | Poetry

3 Poems

Maetavee Genevieve Shubeck

What a relief. They brought the dregs up
from the lost and found, a little respite for us all.

October 1, 2023 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

The Anti-Vegas Vegas Blues

John Yohe







 





I

 

am the only man to come to Las Vegas w/an ex-gf and not fuck her—arriving two nights early on my own to hike up in

September 29, 2023 | Fiction

Escapement

Daisy Alioto

Men are tyrants with their time; but women are tyrants with the eternal.

September 29, 2023 | Trip Reports

Sand Drifts

Mark Blickley

you might smell donkey and driver if the dung laced breeze blows up your nose as my body quivers with new found knowledge of time

September 28, 2023 | Fiction

ITCH

Camille Sauers

I rotate my foot like a hot dog and I dare myself not to scratch. I let them land on collarbone skin, thighs, the sponge under my left eye. I’ve always been like this. I’ve always had small tits. You know what they call those.

September 27, 2023 | Poetry

Two Poems from 'Employment'

Gina Tron

i make prices 
i blend into aisles 
i am a bottle of stool softener 

September 26, 2023 | Nonfiction

Lectio Divina

Will Goodwin

Everyone worries about mind control.