January 18, 2022 | Nonfiction
In the Desert
Emma Brewer
I stared at the other campers, who stared into the center, screaming through their disbelief at what they were screaming.
January 16, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays
I Think You Have A Drug Problem
Barbara Genova
So I wanted to bang this exvangelical guy and it's about to get worse:
January 14, 2022 | Fiction
Horse Poor
Alexander Lumans
After last night, I’m no longer allowed at The Mint Bar. You could say it’s because I choked the owner’s daughter up against the wall next to the jukebox that only plays Cash songs—pushed her hard enough that a quarter fell from the coin slot—or you could say she deserved it.
January 14, 2022 | Interview
Stir It Up: Food and “The Other Ones” with Dave Housley
Hannah Grieco
Is it weird to call Dave Housley the “Uncle” of lit mags? He’s that guy, the writer/editor/generally amazing human that everyone in the literary world seems to know. Dave is one of the original
Adjudicate
Michael Snyder
I’m in accounting. Sally in the lab. Among her other duties, Sally is an odor judge. Her nose is rather ordinary to look at, what my grandma might have called a button nose. But Sally’s nose is legend.
Sad House
Matt Barrett
The man wearing a Ray Lewis jersey doesn’t know who Ray Lewis is.
Dream Vision of Frank O'Hara
Natalie Tombasco
Dream Vision of Frank O’Hara
it is 4:40 and I’m drenched in moonstone, sequins, fishnets, and general getting-out
of-bedness at the corner of 11th Avenue and 30th hoping for something
The Club
Melissa Wabnitz Pumayugra
We beat Brock Shamos every day. We beat him with jump ropes we stole from Mr. Randall’s P.E. class
Kiss Me Thru The Phone
Mary Beth Becker
KISS ME THRU THE PHONE
trembling string between two cans
across town fry-gravel longing compressed voice-tightrope
transposed, delivered to you I don't know how it happens-
New to Running
Eleanor Howell
We are always looking for something to cure us of the pain of being made of fallible meat.
Absent Goras
Avee Chaudhuri
The Chetrams were from Trinidad and listened to Bollywood music on the weekends. They were good, hardworking people. Their kids were polite. They were not Muslims as far as their neighbors could tell, since Chetram liked Miller Lite and the daughter wore high-waisted shorts in the summer. It was not polite to inquire.
I no longer want to see Paris with men sixteen years older than me
Mee
The first time I went to Paris, I was seventeen and stayed with a man who was thirty-three, Sylvain.
Rumination After Informing the Vet Staff Their Panera Bread Order Was Sitting on the Counter
Kelsey Zimmerman
So Mom didn’t come with us to the grocery
store, but she insisted when a box of Grape Nuts
or Popsicles tasted off it was because we hadn’t
selected the box behind the first, that hiding
in the
The Abstinence Card
Erik Martinez
It sat in my wallet while I made out with a guy during the “Josie and the Pussycats” movie
By Hook Or By Crook
Miss Unity
I never mixed meth with hooking. Not once. I didn’t want to ruin it! (Meth, I mean.)
The Day The Billionaire Exploded
Joe Marczynski
When the first billionaire exploded I was at the drive-thru with my dad.
It Almost Kills Me
Preeti Vangani
...not enough steroids, / the wrong steroids...
(Not) A Story About New York
Kelsey Swintek
It’s August in Manhattan when we both decide to leave. You accept a job in LA and my boyfriend packs my life in a U-Haul and drives it to our new apartment together in Pittsburgh.
When I toss
Frequent Utilizer Protocol
Eric Tran
...How to say / hello without breaking / stride...
F-Words
Mark Foss
The funeral home gave me a special calendar to keep track of the Yahrzeit until 2034, but after that I will be on my own.
Act of God
Suzanne Manizza Roszak
It is a miraculous thing, this audible sun.
Owed to 3C Hair
Mya Matteo Alexice
o lion mane and petalled armore, / you sweet corona of twist & curl...