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July 31, 2020 | Nonfiction

Knowledge

Peter Witte

On Human Origins

You take a half-person’s body, then another half-person’s body, and you connect them together and put them inside the mom’s body. Then they grow and grow and grow. Then you

July 31, 2020 | Nonfiction

The Surrender Game

Suzanne Richardson

This is how we played: one of us would lay on top of the other fully clothed, “go dead,” and see if the other could move. He relished it. I would lay on him, every part of me heavy and slack. It was

July 30, 2020 | Nonfiction

February

Erica Trabold

I bought a compilation of Michael Jackson Number Ones when the Wal-Mart Supercenter finally opened. It feels right to have viewed the future from my bedroom, door closed, music up.

July 30, 2020 | Poetry

UNTITLED IN A WORLD CALLED MONEY, LOVE, AND FAME

Chris Hutchinson

On Day One, Larry-the-Lizard quits smoking
and eating saturated crap.
Day Two: he buys a hard pack of Dunhill King Size
on his way to Fatty Patty’s Burger Palace. Why?
Because the purplish

July 29, 2020 | Fiction

Opana, Dying, in Baltimore: An Excerpt from Fucked Up

Damien Ark

I return to the kitchen and walk in on Jodeci pulling a syringe out of her neck. She takes the rope from my hands and uses it as a tourniquet for my arm.

July 29, 2020 | Nonfiction

Letter To My Sixth-Grade Self As He Constructs A Bomb

Neil Richard Grayson

In fact, even if I could reverse my reach through the years spanning us and stop you, I don’t think I would.

July 28, 2020 | Poetry

girl/rampant

A. Prevett

“But beauty wasn’t enough.”
 – Gretchen Marquette
 

Nurturing as a kestrel checking your sheets for mice        I am a woman  designed.   Because  I   was   designed
       it follows that I was

July 27, 2020 | Nonfiction

The Rats 

Alex Tronson

We hear them in the kitchen, leaping around with meaty thuds, and in the morning Cheryl has barricaded the kitchen door. She tells me the landlord sent someone to assess the situation.

“Okay,” I

July 27, 2020 | Fiction

Almond?

Mila Jaroniec

I look at these evil thoughts you have and evil thoughts you share and still feel like I could heal you, if we could see each other.

July 26, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

Real American Racehorse

Leon Hedstrom

I suppose I was in a conspiratorial mood when I told you that I don’t always feel like a man.

July 24, 2020 | Nonfiction

Life Left

Laura Price Steele

The last dozen years of my life could be mapped out by my Craigslist history, moments when I’ve called out into the abyss and some voice has come whistling out of the darkness with the exact inverse of my need.

July 24, 2020 | Fiction

Big Foot Walking

Jon Berger

Psycho Trev scared the shit out of me. He did the dishes at a Tony’s diner in town. He lived in a singlewide out in the woods and did a lot of shrooms. He had huge parties at his place too.

July 23, 2020 | Nonfiction

Hitchhiking Through Florida

Jake Maynard

It was 2007, and the closest that most Americans came to hitchhiking were two new movies: The Hitcher and The Hitchhiker, a lower-budget version of the same plot. In both movies young naïve roadtrippers pick up good-looking psychopaths in the desert. In The Hitcher Sean Bean chains a teen heartthrob between two semi trucks and pulls him apart at the waist.

July 23, 2020 | Poetry

Three Poems

Anis Gisele

young girls walk alone 
at night and 

                               laugh from their bellies, sing 
                               in jungle gym voices 
                               to cradled stars 

July 22, 2020 | Nonfiction

Splitting

Katie Culligan

There is a loneliness to many things, I am finding: there is a loneliness to sidewalks, to tea bags, to guest bathroom wastebaskets. This hickory wood sits like concrete in my hands; there is also a loneliness to interacting with materials, materials that can’t know what kind of end they’re meeting.

July 21, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Carly Joy Miller

Theater of Inheritance

Wrong to say I accept the rough
face of my family. Your father,

so young-looking, your mother
even more. I grew older than boys

around me because I was

July 20, 2020 | Nonfiction

On Being Outside of the Body

Danielle Shorr

On a bench outside the classroom on our fifteen-minute break, I close my eyes and practice the grounding exercise my therapist taught me earlier that week. Facing the rush hour freeway, I try to

July 19, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

Time Lapse

Uzodinma Okehi

(Iowa City 1995)

What I think I want, is Inez . . . Fuck! Now it’s a blur. Drawing. Rather, a dream in which I’m drawing.

July 19, 2020 |

The Story of My Hands

Danielle Shorr

July 17, 2020 | Poetry

Memento Mori, or in Other Words

Stephanie Tom

Canada Goose — the age-old adage of 
whether or not a ton of bricks or a ton 

of feathers is heavier & the fact that it’s
always the feathers because you have to live 

with the guilt on

July 16, 2020 | Nonfiction

American Picker in Exile

Cameron Thomas Snyder

I came from the city, was sort of swept away by the bristles of time and love and bowel-upsetting uncertainty, and I am now in a dust pan called Mora County, New Mexico. Dust pan is not derogatory; it’s a just a place where things end up.

July 16, 2020 | Poetry

Siege Liturgy

Nandini Dhar

On the tip of my tongue, the shadow of your incomplete rebellion 
a riverine blister ; a city-street broken into brick-brats, 

glued together again to fashion a ceramic gnome, its 
rickety

July 15, 2020 | Fiction

The Alumni Association

Maggie Siebert

“Hey buddy, are you alright?” 

The husband looked at me with a smile disguising mild alarm. 

“I’m going to be.” 

July 14, 2020 | Fiction

another night in a fucking boring Pennsylvania suburb

Kevin Richard White

The guy looks over and sees me eating my pepper steak. He is a hard blur of hair and grease. For one brief minute, I think he’s going to lasso me or ask me to come over and polish off a bag of pork rinds.

July 14, 2020 | Poetry

INAMORATA 

Despy Boutris

We keep what’s between us a secret. 
I’m supposed to be at your house

and you’re supposed to be at mine,
but, really, we lie in the center of the wheat 

where no one can find us, make

July 13, 2020 | Fiction

Echo

Tristan Leonidas

Echo pressed her index finger to the Facebook icon on her phone, opening up a chat with her recent ex, Morgan, who was still typing.

July 12, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

Talk About It

Jakky Bankong-Obi

the history of countries is the story of roaming. And maps are relatively new inventions in the human narrative 

July 10, 2020 | Poetry

Desire/Excellence

Sean Cho A.

i came to America too young
to be foreign, so all my dreams 
are American and contemporary,
present and blinding as morning-hunger:
a fat gull scavenges for loose plastic bags 
and their

July 10, 2020 | Fiction

Exam Room

Kayla Murphy

Pete wasn’t looking at me. He was half listening, half joking and trading cash with girls walking men in and out of private rooms.

“You thought about being a dancer?”

July 9, 2020 | Fiction

The Dog and I

Andrew Bertaina

My husband is a proficient fighter. He catalogs the inconsistencies between the things I say and things I do. Against this tactic, I have no defense. For he is right, but what he fails to understand is the internal consistency in my inconsistency.