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August 27, 2020 | Nonfiction

American Money

Lynne Beckenstein

The circular is peppered with the “free” of Buy One Get One Free, as opposed to the “free” that is both propaganda and sacred text. I know, in total, the Arabic for peach, name, gesundheit, and thank you.

August 26, 2020 | Nonfiction

Left Turns Cause More Deaths

Kathryn Wohlpart

im always in the wrong lane

August 25, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Parker Tettleton

"Foul Machine" and "Randy Got an Idea"

August 25, 2020 |

Room On Fire

Andrew Byrds

And oh god it’s wonderful sitting here, drinking too much coffee, eating too many pastries, and loving everything about this moment. 


August 24, 2020 | Poetry

Ode to My Alarm


which is not a signal / but a storm warning...

August 23, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay


Greg Marshall

Medical professionals are careful to point out that cerebral palsy itself doesn’t inhibit sexual desire or function, though studies show that most young adults with CP report physical problems related to sexual contact.

August 23, 2020 |

Up North: WI Creatures

Crystal S. Gibbins

August 21, 2020 | Poetry

Heavy Duty

K.B. Thors

An immigrant from the Russian Empire invented jeans...

August 21, 2020 | Fiction

The Girl in the Glass Coffin

Megan Culhane Galbraith

I went looking for her. He went looking for her. She went looking for her. They went looking for her. 

We all went looking for her.

I look. 
You look. 
He looks. 
She looks. 
They look. 

August 20, 2020 | Nonfiction

An Honest & Complete Dating Profile

Amie Whittemore

She never sticks around for harvest (though she convinced you to plant rosemary, lavender, zinnias, to think of time as a full moon, as a thrush’s song), you’ll say, but O the planting season. The spry seedlings at the start.

August 20, 2020 | Fiction

The Last Set of Mothers

Emily James

Each year, the clouds lowered. Each year, the boys' hopes crept closer to their grasp.

August 19, 2020 | Fiction

Shards of Glass

Michael Pikna

Arranged in front of Papa were a cup of coffee, his glass eye, and a shot of whiskey.  One by one, they would patch him up before he left for work.  The sun hadn’t yet chinned the horizon, and we sat

August 19, 2020 | Poetry

Yellow Dress

Taylor Byas

I knew you'd come undone...

August 18, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Maya Eashwaran

"By the Seashore" and "The Return"

August 18, 2020 |

Pom Pom

Florina Nastase

Still, he wants me to keep strutting down my freak lane, says “Gucci” like “Coochie” on “White Freckles”.  

August 16, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

My Magic Pussy

Elizabeth Teets

My almost-ex was freaking out in the way only men with egos can.

August 14, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Hannah Cajandig-Taylor

"On Trepidation" and "When I'm Lonely, I Shop Online for Things I Don't Need"

August 13, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Austin Rodenbiker

"32 questions for a photograph" and "Blue Door"

August 13, 2020 | Nonfiction

Dream Husband

Melissa Stephenson

Always, I am navigating some half-abandoned landscape— part future, part past. Whenever I have a companion, it is my ex husband—the man who, after our divorce seven years ago, moved states away, leaving me to raise our kids mostly solo. On this particular morning, it finally occurs to me that these dreams may not be normal.

August 12, 2020 | Poetry

How It Was When We Were

Noah Stetzer

Jeff O told us that he and Brian H split after watching Chasing Amy...

August 11, 2020 | Fiction

Louisiana Dental

Mik Grantham

 sat on my couch for twenty-four hours popping oxycontin while I watched a full season of Gilmore Girls. Lorelai and Rory were not on speaking terms and I missed my mom.

August 11, 2020 | Nonfiction

To Know Nothing of Rifles

Caitlin Feldman

It doesn’t sit right anymore, so neither does he. But in the Brooklyn neighborhood where my mom grew up, he’d walk on his hands for an audience of Irish-Catholic children. Older now than he was then, they’re still in awe. 

August 11, 2020 |

City Music

A.S. Coomer

My brother always comments on how big the sky is in my little stretch of western Kentucky. We crane our necks and peer at the sickle moon, the unblinking stars.

August 10, 2020 | Poetry


Sun Paik

If my father decided to do it...

August 9, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

the last time you wear a

L Scully

There’s a picture of you at queer prom, in the photo booth, faces alight with total bliss.

August 9, 2020 |

New York Strange, vol. 6

Caits Meissner

August 6, 2020 | Poetry


Mag Gabbert

the dictionary says living being...

August 5, 2020 | Fiction

Boris Yeltsin Roots through Your Pantry

Nora E. Derrington

One evening you come home to discover Boris Yeltsin standing in your kitchen.

August 5, 2020 | Poetry

I'm Going to Butcher This

Farah Ghafoor

a man stands on stage his cue cards flashing...

August 3, 2020 | Fiction

Pacific Theater

Brett Stuckel

Twelve hours later, I surrendered to sleep at a rest stop.