February 2, 2025 | fucked up modern love essays
Blame It on November
Chloe Wheeler
Why do I miss us at our worst?
January 31, 2025 | Poetry
You’re So Beautiful I Might
Jeffrey Hermann
You’re so beautiful I see that everything is beautiful. A mudslide. A wound. A dead raccoon.
January 30, 2025 | Fiction
Protandry
George Salis
Maybe, just maybe, it’s like that theory of the universe, a big bang followed by expansion until collapse, a big crunch, then a big bang again, ad infinitum, so that my curling, turtling pizzle will pop out again, pop in, pop out, poppet, an endless eon’s worth of self-fucking of a higher kind, a higher cruel.
January 29, 2025 | Poetry
Three Poems
Maria Giesbrecht
Best time to buy a bra / is right before the moon finishes / milking itself
LETTER TO THE BAD FEMINIST WITH WHOM I SHARED APARTMENT 5A
Laura Sweeney
We really hit our stride in Gender Justice class when the Women’s Studies department asked me to teach and I invited you to join, thinking a co-ed experience would best serve our students.
Odd Light
Brad Kelly
He’d been by himself now for months except for game night with his colleagues and so he multiplied 13 by 47 in his head and divided it down until it was a trace behind the decimal point and then he asked her if she would like to meet him for a coffee downtown.
Heaven Is A Table at 1 OAK
Lucie Turkel
with beer bongs and messy boys who didn’t know how to do anything but shove shoulders down for head
The Two Alis
Pavle Radonić
A glassy-looking eye staring out too from Mr A’s head. Had he been a victim somewhere along the line?
Manhood on the Brink: A Conversation with Andrew Lipstein
Sam Franzini
Because if something is inherently taboo, in any way, it’s probably worth exploring.
The Catholic
Danielle Chelosky
I’m hitting my vape while he’s being vulnerable.
Acting French
Katie Haley
I started talking like a retired showgirl in a ruined by cigarettes raspy voice and asking my mom things like ‘what good is Tom without some of Dick and Harry on the side?’
The Last American Woman
Elizabeth Ellen
Over the next few days, through a method of trial and error, I taught myself the basics of frontier survival.
Spooky Action at a Distance
Alexander Hackett
You're glowing, she said. And why would I be glowing? It can't be the gutrot wine, or last week's fast food lunches. It can't be my Quasimodo limp, I smashed my toe on a fire hydrant trying to
Obedience Training
Mickie Kennedy
Run to him,
it urged. Drop to your knees
The Silent T
Lynn O'Leary
His friends document their lives incessantly. Shots of grand scenery from lookout points. Screenshots of their heart rates and macros.
Breaststroke
Talia Vyadro
When she used to swim at night her bones cut through water like perforating paper. It was always the same ritual, pants off first with a slight shimmy, arms up high overhead to get rid of the
Backtrack and Prune
Josh Lovins
It is a horrible thing to lose a friend, they said, and their saying this made him angry. What did they understand? They didn't understand a single thing.
from: Vasectomajestic
Jacob Schepers
I am at such peace but I take a beat
to pause, that’s all, to feel so full, hearted, set.
Peekaboo
Reza Jabrani
“We’re watching Bluey,” I say. “And we’re starving,”
A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again, New Years Edition
Emma Burger
There she was, deep in a Lexapro/cocaine induced blackout.
I Wanted Violence
Jean Marie
The truth is i wanted to owe.
but i couldn't say that, that kind of available, that i wanted a knife at my throat demanding all my money, in the bag now;
Fred Wilkes
May Robbins
I sit in my flat and stare at my phone and try to weigh up the risks of calling, weigh up my own exhaustion with life
Ocean View
Steven Volynets
A woman's shriek broke from the dining area, something in English trailing off into Italian.
Keekah laughed heartily, "the mafia wife is calling."
Weird Fishes
Andrew P. Heath
I was informed that it was going to be some kind of horror and pornography mash-up. Lisa promised a murder.