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October 1, 2025 | Fiction

Poems Are Kisses

Christina Hartzell

That date where he asked if we could have a threesome and I said no and so we had sex on his roof instead

September 26, 2025 | Fiction

Folk Matters

Matthew Denton-Edmundson

The ladybug nymphs were hatching in the hoop house.

September 25, 2025 | Fiction

In Defense of Ostriches

Su Mielke

Otters float in pools of blood, swans tangle in rivers of entrails. Heads of leopards wear fringed shawls, their fangs piercing shallow trenches.

September 24, 2025 | Fiction

Not a Malcolm Rimmel Story 

Sam Berman

He told me he knew someone on death row. That dreamcatchers weaken over time. He said Oktoberfest was the Promised Land.

September 23, 2025 | Fiction

The Virginity Experiment

Cameron Edrich

Before the third time I lost my virginity, I recorded myself eating an orange with nothing but my mouth.

September 22, 2025 | Fiction

Muscle Memory

Annabelle S. Baird

The wanting requires an immense amount of theater.

September 18, 2025 | Fiction

What Becomes A Gentile’s Dream

Kevin Barnes

I’ve never told anyone this story before because it is a little embarrassing. Plus legally I’m not really supposed to talk about it but…here we go. 

I had my first sexual experience when I was

September 17, 2025 | Fiction

True America

Samson Malmoli

There is inherent loneliness in the mountains.

September 16, 2025 | Fiction

Born to Die

Karina K.

Catholic guilt burned a hole in my palm and hidden in a bag, inside another bag, I lowered it into a dumpster like burying evidence of dead nuns. 

September 15, 2025 | Fiction

The Straggler

Christina Hoffman

I felt his absence slowly growing and absorbing me like a black hole. 

September 11, 2025 | Fiction

Infestation and Delirium

Kelsey Kirk

Other people when they have a sore throat and can't sleep: "I have a sore throat and can't sleep."

Me when I have a sore throat and can't sleep:

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It’s been 3:20 in the morning for ages. I

September 4, 2025 | Fiction

Do People Not Talk About Their Dreams Anymore?

Claire W. Zhang

You didn’t want to manipulate me like you did the others. Should I feel bad for the others? 

August 28, 2025 | Fiction

The Misses

Grace Robins-Somerville

The room smelled like beer and sweat and crushed velvet. The air seemed to hum, hot and full of dust particles and guitar feedback. 

August 20, 2025 | Fiction

Breaking Character

Marie López

She wasn’t cruel. She smiled when he refilled her water glass. She asked about his mother. They had sex with the lights on.

August 19, 2025 | Fiction

Semantics, Darling

Liska Jacobs

That sudden clarity pierced through her: the baby’s soft blanket; the Frappuccino sweating in her hand, the grocery list in the diaper bag. All of this could change and when it did, she would cease to exist.

August 18, 2025 | Fiction

A Woman Like Liz, a Man Like Richard, and a Girl Like Me

Kelsey Kirk

Some girls become Liz. Some girls want to be her. Some just want her. A fictional short story about Liz, Richard and an anonymous anti-hero.

August 13, 2025 | Fiction

Mood Stabilizer

Peyton Gatewood

(Checking texts over lunch) Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon. That’s how my brain works.

August 12, 2025 | Fiction

New York Taught Me How to Love

Finnegan Schick

I remember listening to you play “Ashokan Farewell” on the violin, your head bowed, the notes clear and sorrowful

August 8, 2025 | Fiction

Person Under Train

Elizabeth Ellen

The last thing she remembered was Marty getting up to vomit. She considered, momentarily, getting up to help. She was still on her knees, her head turned sideways, in profile, on the couch, her arms dangling at her sides.

August 5, 2025 | Fiction

Leaving New Russia

Maxfield Francis Goldman

Liam refuses to speak to me now. Because, for once, I took action. Non-violent-action. Well, a series of actions, actually, the first of which was to invite him out for drinks when he came home for winter break.

August 1, 2025 | Fiction

The Regular

Lydia Barnes

At this remark, her forehead crinkled, and it was clear that she hadn’t remembered their previous meeting. This should have come as no surprise to Lyle, who had lived forty-three-years of un-memorability. His style of dress unremarkable, his height medium, his face neither handsome nor ugly...

July 29, 2025 | Fiction

Excerpt From 'Fresh, Green Life'

Sebastian Castillo

Even my skin appeared more limpid than it did when I was in my twenties, when I was always on some badly cut party drug, chain-smoking yellow American Spirits, and shoving late-night, grease-dripping food into my mouth.

July 25, 2025 | Fiction

rateyourboyfriend.com

Brittany Deitch

When I get home, I buy the rateyourboyfriend.com domain name for the $900 upfront fee

July 24, 2025 | Fiction

Practice Practice Practice

Tim Hardy

Darren had dropped out of art school after just six weeks, but he still insisted on referring to everything as his “practice”. Right now his practice involved sending fan letters to alt-lit

July 21, 2025 | Fiction

The Women (excerpts)

Shannon Waite

One of the men I’ve dated has a wooden cross erected in his front yard, and another guy drives a minivan.

Recent Books

Pregaming Grief

Danielle Chelosky

Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.

Backwardness

Garielle Lutz

Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Delivery 4-6 weeks!