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February 2, 2025 | fucked up modern love essays

Blame It on November

Chloe Wheeler

Why do I miss us at our worst?

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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.

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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.

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January 29, 2025 | Poetry

Three Poems

Maria Giesbrecht

Best time to buy a bra / is right before the moon finishes / milking itself