July 17, 2025 | Fiction
A Pile of Clothes
Greg Gerke
I feel too sorry, I’m too tired, and though I desperately want to change my life, I’m not in a position to, which is to say I’ve taken up the position of defending my nondefendable position. Position underneath position.
July 16, 2025 | Poetry Comics
Spectacular Spiritual Game
Uzodinma Okehi
Flung like emotions, tilting to night . . .
July 15, 2025 | Poetry
Fucking nothing
Katie Frank
Sex is the opposite of being a novelist, and I would rather live between them.
What I Learned About Love at an Orgy
Loren Kleinman
“We come here once a month,” the woman added. “To spice things up.”
Painted Blue
Kitty Saint-Rémy
The air felt so heavy that it would suffocate all language.
The Secret Admirer of Virginia Woolf
Helena Haitian Jiang
‘Eaten.’ He rectifies, his tongue flips out and recoils in saurian swiftness.
Hattie Williams on Bitter Sweet
Anna Dorn
Fully, religiously, rigorously outline, and enjoy the surprises along the way.
Two Poems
Kassidy Curry
Pull your elastic around your wrist / and laugh like a grown woman.
Spring Break
G Perata
I don’t want anything serious. But come to raves with me. Take drugs with me!
Read Sheet [DWJTM]
Ben Jahn
And by:
Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram account (@shortflightlongdrive). Come for the cougar stalking the line between avant-tasteful and not not ironic literary hot mom, stay for zooming in on the books in the background. Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram. I’m liking it for the captions.
Four Poems
Philip Traylen
But there’s no cup, no / kitchen. Just one mouldy / statue, dreaming of television.
ALL-AMERICAN JESUS
Jan E. Mehmedović
out in the Everglades, no resurrection
just a rotting boy's corpse
Nine Poems
Jerome Kookan
the day i was born i was yellow and poisoned and anxious.
and they put me under a sunlamp and burned it out of me.
Wine of the Year
Kate Bresee
I laugh and say, “is that a Rupi Kaur poem?”
Pound-town, U.S.A.
Arielle Gordon
You’ll know you’re entering pound-town, U.S.A. if you start to lie a lot
Triple Lives: A Conversation with Sebastian Castillo
Sam Franzini
a friend of mine once said that [Fresh, Green Life] is My Year of Rest and Relaxation for boys.
Three Poems
Richard Siken
Drug Plane
I was fifteen, then sixteen, then twenty. My high-school friend was my now college roommate. His stepfather was less mysterious but more compelling. He was having trouble with his
Weird Fucks: A Literary Reading Diary
Danielle Chelosky
A recap of New York's biggest night.
Doubt Is Just A Thought Distracting You From What You Already Are
Sivan Lavie
We are like dogs in a dog park, smelling each other, breathing together
Drunk In Chinatown
Casper Kelly
We're asked to think about examples of unconscious bias and I think about the guy who goes to
Heaven but it's Chinese.
I Went to Finn Wolfhard’s Listening Party & All I Got Was Hope
Ashley D. Escobar
Part of making art is religiously making as much as you can when creatively inclined and then shaping what’s there.
Miami Mistress
Kimberly Nicole
If Miami were a person, she would have veneers from the same dentist who does her Botox
A Few Words about My Son
David Samuel Levinson
Because isn’t that the true nature of love, protecting each other from our wickedest parts?