May 19, 2026 | Poetry
Early August
Destin Shimer
She walks around like a colt in a kitchen I don’t know, bluish crescent bruise on her calf flashing every couple of turns at me.
May 18, 2026 | Poetry
vanishing like time and money: 2 poems
Kristopher Hall
I would take you as you are and were
over all this dead air.
May 17, 2026 | fucked up modern love essays
Uncle Fingers
Ashley Yang-Thompson
I met the man who would become my Uncle through an insane-clown-posse-adjacent dishwasher coworker who wanted us to star in his uncomfortably misogynistic Instagram horror movie.
I had just moved
May 15, 2026 |
Undertow
David LeBrun
When the sun went down, I saw the man on the sidewalk. He had fallen onto his suitcase with a shopping bag at his feet. The light turned green. A car honked behind me. I drove ahead, but a pedestrian
Are You There Jane? It’s Me, Femcel: My Journey to Hiring a Male Escort
Madison Murray
His dismissal to reduce me to my womanhood and paycheck fucked me.
Packer Short
J Brooke
Am I too old? Nah,
I’ve yet to wear
my trousers rolled.
But this morning
coffee in bed, my wife
and I scrolling —
Hers: prison
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
Her Lesser Work
Elizabeth Ellen
"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."
-Walker Caplan, Literary Hub
