September 19, 2024 | Poetry
Three Poems
Benjamin Drevlow
Oh. No. I prefer fat men and fingernail clippers.
September 17, 2024 | Poetry
Three Poems
Cletus Crow
i grew tired of bukowski's penis / even deer looked plastic
September 15, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays
Number 10 for Her
Adam Berlin
I taste cigarette in her mouth.
LIKE LIKE LIKE
Lauren Matthews
When we met, I was dazzled by how easily she surrendered to her desire. She’d wake up late and order breakfast from the store down the street, roll in late to work and not think twice.
The Big Asshole
md wheatley
I went in every Manhattan bookstore looking for The Cows by Lydia Davis.
A Fragment A Day Keeps The Ghosts Away: A Review Of Nate Lippens' 'Ripcord'
Danielle Chelosky
Lippens, like most writers and artists in general, occupies this space slightly distanced from the commotion of the world.
Marriage Ghazal
Lily Sadighmehr
I can’t read in Farsi but I taught him how to say kiss, my flower, small, my heart and now the florists know
Shared Google Doc
Benjamin George Coles
We had a shared Google Doc titled ‘Ground rules for this relationship’.
On Being Mad
Jennifer Ostopovich
my first hospitalization was at 13 after swallowing a bottle of Tylenol.
The Nudist Colony
Philip Traylen
I have the feeling that, if she wished, Tiff could control me entirely through simple elbow voodoo; just a loose jet-lagged tilt and I would fall to the floor, start foaming at the mouth.
Day In and Day Out
Max Stone
Fought so hard to be this self— this man in front of you. I’m free to wear pink and piss in the urinal.
Natural Selection
Craig Foltz
8: Perhaps we’ve misheard. Perhaps our facility with language will lead to our downfall. Perhaps the public lauding of our own personas is parasitic and causes continuous displacement.
They Called Him a Monster
Jennifer Ostopovich
The idea that mental illness can be effectively managed with drugs is a relatively new one
Selections from Diary 2023 to 2024
Arthur Sillers
She said she was mad because I portrayed her as a vaguely inconvenient antagonist side character.
5 NEW POEMS ABT BRUCE
Elizabeth Ellen
Because I am toxic and codependent
Because I am not good for Bruce.
In the Service of Unknown Gods
Sam Redlark
[The names of certain parties have been changed. Other names were never known and are now lost in time.]
I get maudlin and nostalgic over the Christmas holidays, mostly for a past version of
Fear and Loathing at the United Center
Emma Burger
It was day three of the Democratic National Convention and day 19 of my short tenure as a Chicago resident. I had the day off work, and nothing to do but get on my Hunter S. Thompson shit and poke my nose around the old DNC to do some gonzo journalism.
Excerpt of The Valeries: pages one and two
Forrest Muelrath
You will never truly know Valerie, because you will never find my son, nor hopefully want to after his trite art project that is endangering us all is laid to rest by what follows.
Prozac Nation, Revisited
Francesca Spiegel
When I told one of my professors that in my lunch hour, I’d met with a writer named Elizabeth Wurtzel, the old man rolled his eyes:
“That book was such garbage. She tried to write a second book, and a third, but they flopped.”
Charles River
Joe Nasta
Imagine what happens inside gated communities behind closed doors, even in homes owned by a retired cop and special education teacher! I had nothing but my body and when I used it, I was called a devious animal.
American Pastimes
Aida Riddle
It is a widely known fact that Arledge created Monday Night Football in conjunction with the American Suicide Watch as a way to stymie a flood of Monday night suicides.
ALGTR
Bex Peyton
I hook up with a nineteen year old at my big age. Driving over, I tell myself: act doting, let him initiate everything, he’s topping anyways, he has the power, you could pass for being two years
INDEPENDENT HORROR FILM
Matthew Ciazza
The only clothing I wore was an adult diaper to which almost every older male crew member made a comment.
Excerpt from 'Body Count' (33 1/3)
Ben Apatoff
“When the president says your name in anger, the shit has hit the fan.”
—Ice-T