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July 9, 2020 | Nonfiction

Minor Epiphanies

Shya Scanlon

ON Drugs, Magic, and the Sanctity of Losing Your Shit

Like any self-respecting Gen-Xer, I spent the bulk of my teenage years doing drugs. I tried all kinds: ecstacy, mda, coke, meth… I even tried

July 6, 2020 | Nonfiction

Queasy

Maya McCoy

Until this year, I didn’t know I get seasick.

I board a boat on the northern coast of what they now call Sri Lanka, outside my ammah’s hometown, and I sit down below. I accept my friend’s offer of

July 5, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Call Me By Our Name

Sarah Ruth Bates

Normal: a word-world I, as cisgender, could claim. That she couldn’t. So many label traps. Normal, gender, virginity. Sarah.

June 29, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Capricorn’s Weekly Horoscope While Her Father is Dying of Cancer

Kendra L. Vanderlip

3/31: The day is young. Dress smart today Capricorn, big things on the horizon. When standing in front of new people, don’t forget to smile. People are drawn to you, but you forget to drop your

June 28, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

The Lion & the Little Boy

Deborah E. Kennedy

My mother mentioned Darren to me only once. I was in college by then.

June 24, 2020 | Nonfiction

Down Stacks

Rose Himber Howse

Some days, Luke told me it hurt to sit down. Those days we played in the woods.

We took tarps and string from the shed to make tents between trees. We stole pennies and nickels from the house, put

June 21, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Ghost

Danielle Chelosky

My writing professor said to me that in order to get better, you had to dismantle the person you were, because that person was killing you. I kept wondering: Why did a killer love me?

June 14, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Crossing the Divide: Cycling, romance and reckoning in the Canadian Rockies

Kelly Huffman

My trip had begun in Seattle, where the past few years had served up one setback after the next. I had been cut loose by my latest not-quite-boyfriend.

June 12, 2020 | Nonfiction

Fight Report

Gabriel Smith

Twenty seven notes Gabriel Smith took at Bethnal Bust Up, York Hall, London, March 7th


If boxing is a sport, then it is the most tragic of all sports because more than any human activity it

June 11, 2020 | Nonfiction

Drop Out

Hannah Carpino

You don’t see her for several years after that, minus a brief and sweet span of days that following summer, in your usual place. You play Bob Dylan’s Mama, You Been on My Mind squeezed on a piano bench with her.

June 8, 2020 | Nonfiction

Gym Encounter 

David Hii

Your gym is perhaps your favorite thing about Hattiesburg. Your student budget is tight, but you’ll manage to eek out thirty a month somehow—you have for the last three years.

June 7, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

In Isolation, I Am Morphing

Lyndsey C. Fox

The day before isolation, I celebrate my birthday, unwed, the first of its kind in my adult life, my divorce from a great man with whom I shared an OK eleven years, finalized by way of a $250 internet

June 5, 2020 | Nonfiction

Pluck

Adam Hughes

I’d spend the night there on Saturday nights, get up Sunday morning and drive to my church and preach. I didn’t find God because I wasn’t looking for him. I was looking for me but I didn’t find him either.

June 1, 2020 | Nonfiction

Cuts Real Good

Jeff Burd

Maybe you can do this. It’s not your idea. But maybe.

May 31, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Stay With Me, Rock My World

Hurley Winkler

I’d learned from Rock of Love that a diabetic’s rollercoaster blood sugar is a constant interruptor at best.

May 25, 2020 | Nonfiction

Me Wrapped Up, In 25 Feet

Jeanene Harlick

I was the only person in my family this level of depravity happened to.

May 24, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

Traces

Hailey Danielle

I followed him up the stairs up to his apartment and once inside he made parachutes, wrapping loose MDMA in tissue paper.

May 22, 2020 | Nonfiction

Red Hands

Barrett Bowlin

No cheating; you've got to keep your fingers touching my fingers. Good. Remember to keep your hands flat. Flat and steady and ready.

May 21, 2020 | Nonfiction

Ex-Ray

Amy V. Blakemore

When I broke up with you, I thought you might kill me, and somehow, I was bored.

May 17, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Guided Meditation and Relaxation

Andrew Bomback

Xenia and I had been cheating on each other with the same woman for about three months

May 14, 2020 | Nonfiction

Another Old Man at the Bridge

Sarah Viren

You will read my restrained but subtly brutal birth story and finally recognize that we who give birth are dauntless soldiers returning to the fight and we are also the old men ignoring the bombs because we have animals at home we love too much to go on and we have never felt more alive than we do right now.

May 7, 2020 | Nonfiction

Liveblog 2

Megan Boyle

Like if I were at this apartment in 2009 I’d be talking to some guy with scraggly teeth and pockmarked skin and a hoodie but he’d also be like, unconventionally handsome, but you could tell the last time he talked to his mom he said some fucked up shit and probably beat up his siblings growing up, and I’d be thinking ‘this seems like…my only option…’ 

May 6, 2020 | Nonfiction

Prompting Myself: A Taste of My Own Medicine

Chloe Caldwell

People I Don’t _______ to anymore. This is a prompt inspired by Chelsea Hodson’s essay, People I Don’t Talk To Anymore.

May 4, 2020 | Nonfiction

How Many Hours Are There in a Day Now?

Chelsea Martin

Being sleep deprived while in quarantine is like living in this dream I had a few days ago where I died but didn’t lose consciousness and for the rest of the dream I floated over a muddy creek with no ability to interact with the world in any way.

April 25, 2020 | Nonfiction

Ritual

Emily Costa

This is our second time playing but he’s still constantly clarifying, correcting. The game, this one or the real one, has strict rules. You can’t fuck it up. You need to understand every instruction, every play, need to speak the language, know the abbreviations.

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