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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...

November 4, 2020 | Fiction

In Ram Corpse

Christopher Notarnicola

"He slept among a pile of used truck tires ..."

November 4, 2020 | Fiction

Two Shorts

Matthew Minicucci

For as long as Mark could remember, he had wanted to save someone from a wolf. He had wanted it to happen in a specific way. Peculiar even.

November 3, 2020 | Poetry

Under Oath

Sophia Ha

Two cop cars nose to rear...

November 3, 2020 |

24

Becca Yenser

Song: “Seventeen”

 

You can’t skateboard over road work. But you can wipe your bloody hands on your jeans; blood doesn’t look right going down a drain. Later you see a twenty dollar bill on the

November 1, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

TGOYI

Natalie Villacorta

Not knowing was better than being disappointed. If I didn’t know what TGOYI meant, it could mean anything.

October 30, 2020 | Fiction

HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD

Brandon Sanchez

I’m standing on top of Drew Barrymore’s star and the song’s issuing from a hot-purple Sony boom box someone set up a few feet away.

October 30, 2020 | Poetry

Alternate Endings to Shania Twain’s “That Don’t Impress Me Much” Music Video

Canese Jarboe

None of us have The Touch,

Though we have felt The Touch

*

We are all (all of us

Wearing leopard-print dusters Just once,

I was thirty hands tall (like one whole horse

Standing on

October 29, 2020 | Fiction

The Leg

D.T. Robbins

If you cut my leg and peel away the muscle, there’s a family living inside

October 29, 2020 | Poetry

Modern Mother-land

Jenny Shi

                             After Qu Yuan

In my country, our insults give benefit of doubt. Nǐ yǒu bìng— 
You are sick—                                              as if there’s an

October 28, 2020 | Poetry

Love Poem for Sandra Oh

Anhvu Buchanan

On that spirited Emmy night,
when the camera cut to you
and you radiating in red satin
said to the world
“It’s an honor just to be Asian”
I lost my breath.
Time stopped,
blindsided by this

October 28, 2020 | Poetry

devotional after alejandra pizarnik

Tara Jayakar

oh longed-for, awaited beloved. she says my name
        wrong and makes me come hard. i catalog
lovers like this, coins in kitchen water. six years on,
         type thirsty into google

October 27, 2020 | Poetry

Begin Here,

Sara Luisa Kirk

 

with the flies, small handfuls of sunlight, sensation only one degree
removed from excess.

What to press a heart to, what color pulled up from the earth.

I’m looking for my time machine.

October 27, 2020 | Nonfiction

Toss of the Dice

T. Abeyta

I wasn’t attracted to him at all but I was single and alone on New Year’s so I listened to him go on and on about birdwatching.

October 27, 2020 | Poetry

Stone Grandfather

Leona Sevick

          (Dol Hareubang, Jeju Island, South Korea)

And there you sit, your basalt belly swollen heavy,
a gentle smile playing at your stone lips. To say I
sought you out would be a bald-faced

October 25, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

I Love First Dates

Marise Gaughan

One guy told me I didn’t look like my online photos while we sat al fresco in a bougie hotel in Venice. He smelled of vinegar. I ordered two crab sandwiches. I ate one and got the other to go.

October 24, 2020 |

Goes to Town

Michelle Finkler

When I return home, Samuelson is still in the living room with his friend Jake. I hear them talking as I enter our apartment through the back door. They don’t know I’m home yet, as I had stepped out

October 23, 2020 | Fiction

Lenore, 30

Mark Daniel Taylor

“Hey, are you up?”

October 23, 2020 | Poetry

Nocturne with Aroace Girl

Kelly Weber

I steer the moon over my right shoulder, vertebrae
lodged above coyote ridge, winding plains road
I drive all the night’s hungers down. White light
clasping the devil’s backbone. Today snow

October 22, 2020 | Fiction

Bekya

Joseph Beshara

"Bekya." This is my call. It echoes through the streets.

October 22, 2020 | Poetry

notes on archiving erasure

Saida Agostini

love does not begin and end the way we think it does. love is a battle; love is a war; love is a growing up
      -James Baldwin

when i say
I love my family
what i mean
is i worship
the

October 21, 2020 | Nonfiction

Blessed Are Those Who Have Not Seen and Yet Have Come to Believe

Anna Chotlos

Lightning struck my grandparents’ house five times in as many years.

 

October 21, 2020 |

1984

Mark Koepke

My 11-year-old son thinks Imagine Dragons is the greatest band in the world. Maybe ever. I learn about his new passion in the most disturbing way.

October 20, 2020 | Poetry

TWO POEMS

Satya Dash

to survive
tenacious teeth held their nerve

October 20, 2020 |

Chances Are

KJ Shepherd

It’s funny: I don’t recall ever hearing music around you, not in the condo and certainly not in the trailer.