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November 30, 2020 | Nonfiction

The Self-hating Negro

Allen M. Price

I grew up in the predominantly all-white neighborhood of Warwick, Rhode Island; I was one of only two Black kids in my elementary, junior high, and high schools. I dressed well, presented myself well, got good grades.

November 29, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

for E

Olivia Braley

My friends and I would see you on the streets and say you looked like a villain. Slicked back black hair, tall and thin, distrusting gaze, but handsome. All sinister swagger.

November 26, 2020 | Poetry

Odd Ode

Seth Pennington

Your hair blows like a plastic grocery bag...

November 25, 2020 | Fiction

Dream Seafood Restaurant

Matt E. Lewis

The seafood restaurant in my dreams closed down last night.

November 25, 2020 | Poetry

Significant Tornadoes

Carmen E Brady

Many days I realize my dreams are fiction half way through.

November 24, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Stephanie Jean

"Lyric" and "Obvious Pairs"

November 24, 2020 | Fiction

Dry-Humping Andrea Schwartz

Eric Rosenblum

Margot and I had humped once, too, when I stopped by and Andrea wasn’t home.

November 23, 2020 | Poetry

after seeing a dead bear on the highway

RaJon Staunton

its stagnant swollen limbs...

November 22, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

Fifteen Minutes

Nicolo Gentile

1985: the year of “high-risk” and Careless Whispers. His appearance was brief —lasting all of ten second— but there he was, following an interview between Debbie Harry and Nick Rhodes on the Palladium. 

November 21, 2020 |

Mothers

Zoë Ballering

When I heard the name, I was sure it held a deeper meaning. No, she said, laughing... She explained that the knot combines the features of a reef knot, a thief knot, and a granny knot. It’s a portmanteau, not a metaphor. Grief has no meaning, she said.

November 20, 2020 | Fiction

Rebound

Erin Cork

I love beginnings. The clack of the wheels on a roller coaster climb, the smell of cotton candy and grease.

November 19, 2020 | Nonfiction

Altitude Sickness

Cherie Nelson

You turn to face me, apologize for the mountain, for not drinking enough water, for not letting me turn back to make sure you were safe at a lower elevation. For not realizing what this would do to me.

November 19, 2020 | Poetry

Four Poems

Mike Topp

"Strange," "Rare Books," "New Suit," and "The Killer"

November 18, 2020 | Poetry

Rocky Lives in My Head Rent Free

Julia Do

in this one you’re a six foot / two hundred pound prize

November 17, 2020 | Fiction

A Problem Set

Lauren D. Woods

Why did Train A leave while Train B was still getting ready?

November 17, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Sarah Layden

"Why This Pregnant Woman Walked Out of a Subway Restaurant in Tears" and "The Return of Sad Beck, Thank God"

November 16, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lotte Mitchell Reford

"A Diaristic Quality but Everything Is Still Gone" and "Jonas Mekas at the Tate Modern"

November 15, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

Love Letter in 2020

Cory Liang

Last Christmas, you asked for my latest address and sent a postcard all the way from Paris. There was a close-up shot of Hemingway’s face on the front. On the back, you wrote: “You deserve all the good in the world.” I took a picture of it but never sent anything back.

November 13, 2020 | Fiction

Today on Dagobah, Ep. 6: "Routine"

Josh Sippie

As Yoda sat on a tree stump, perfectly force-carved to complement his bony exterior and knobby joints, he realized that it had been five days in a row now that he had sat on this tree stump.

November 13, 2020 | Poetry

Couscous

Shriram Sivaramakrishnan

if i say 'i am sorry' to so-and-so...

November 12, 2020 | Poetry

Riverfront Aria

Kathryn Haemmerle

Most people prefer the Vulcan statue...

November 11, 2020 | Fiction

Mirror Test

J.T. Sutlive

We know we are eels.

November 11, 2020 | Poetry

Econolodge

J. Taylor Bell

it must have been the fifth...

November 11, 2020 | Poetry

Stag

Nick Soluri

Outside a window a stag picks at an apple core,
its antlers, tilted downwards, catch on a branch,
it stumbles, takes a breath, regains its footing.
                        A wooden sign—nondescript

November 8, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

The Bulldagger

Andrea Routley

I like sex in fiction to be full of ambivalence—undeniable lust mixed with doubt or disgust. I have done things with lovers I don’t want to tell anyone. 

November 8, 2020 |

Words Fail, Chapter 1c: Fighting the Fog

​Angus Woodward

Previously on...

Chapter 1a: Converging
Chapter 1b: Crisis 

 

 

November 7, 2020 |

My First Mosh Pit

Kara Vernor

I started high school miserable. By my sophomore year, I was looping Sinead O’Connor on my headphones, the album with “Nothing Compares to You” and “I am Stretched on your Grave,” and trying not to

November 6, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Serena Solin

"The Courtyard" and "Double Jeopardy"

November 5, 2020 | Nonfiction

Why Look For the Animals?

Alexandria Peary

In contrast to wild animals, pets are timelines left on the floor. These models of accelerated, abridged lives can be found to the right of the Lazy Boy and the magazine rack.

November 5, 2020 | Poetry

There Was an Entire Chicken

Lisa Hiton

one from the spit where I watched them...