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December 31, 2021 | Fiction

BURNING BUSH

Ross McMeekin

My child could draw that.

December 29, 2021 | Poetry

Rumination After Informing the Vet Staff Their Panera Bread Order Was Sitting on the Counter

Kelsey Zimmerman

So Mom didn’t come with us to the grocery
store, but she insisted when a box of Grape Nuts
or Popsicles tasted off it was because we hadn’t
selected the box behind the first, that hiding
in the

December 26, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

The Abstinence Card

Erik Martinez

It sat in my wallet while I made out with a guy during the “Josie and the Pussycats” movie

December 25, 2021 | Nonfiction

By Hook Or By Crook

Miss Unity

I never mixed meth with hooking. Not once. I didn’t want to ruin it! (Meth, I mean.)

December 24, 2021 | Poetry

Gifting

Noah Stetzer

Be sure it's not wrapped...

December 23, 2021 | Nonfiction

Are You There, Avatar? It’s Me, The 70s

Alle C. Hall

Do you see how I did that? All that pain I brought up about my sister went right under the rug.

December 22, 2021 | Fiction

The Day The Billionaire Exploded

Joe Marczynski

When the first billionaire exploded I was at the drive-thru with my dad.

December 20, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Cameron Dean Gibson

"Ryan" and "LMGTFY"

December 16, 2021 | Poetry

It Almost Kills Me

Preeti Vangani

...not enough steroids, / the wrong steroids... 

December 13, 2021 | Poetry

Cathedral

Sébastien Bernard

It takes falling in love, staying there...

December 12, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

(Not) A Story About New York

Kelsey Swintek

It’s August in Manhattan when we both decide to leave. You accept a job in LA and my boyfriend packs my life in a U-Haul and drives it to our new apartment together in Pittsburgh. 

 

When I toss

December 10, 2021 | Poetry

Frequent Utilizer Protocol

Eric Tran

...How to say / hello without breaking / stride...

December 9, 2021 | Nonfiction

F-Words

Mark Foss

The funeral home gave me a special calendar to keep track of the Yahrzeit until 2034, but after that I will be on my own.

December 7, 2021 | Nonfiction

Act of God

Suzanne Manizza Roszak

It is a miraculous thing, this audible sun.

December 6, 2021 | Poetry

Owed to 3C Hair

Mya Matteo Alexice

o lion mane and petalled armore, / you sweet corona of twist & curl...

December 3, 2021 | Fiction

Daughter of Ants

Natasha Ayaz

His voice, crisp like apple vodka, poured into the September air.

December 3, 2021 | Nonfiction

A Medication Guide

Vanessa Garza

Something about a synaptic neurotransmitter. You won’t really understand. 

December 2, 2021 | Poetry

3 Fruitflies

Tyler Friend

Fruitfly [64], [76], and [77]

December 1, 2021 | Nonfiction

Because Mid-Meal, My Mother Says “Now Don’t Write About This”; Or, The Tyranny of We

Sandra Beasley

But to write We thought is a fiction.
We always felt that…the moment you write this phrase, you have lied.

November 30, 2021 | Poetry

Act V

Evy Shen

I ask you to toss me something heavier than your name
to hold, less perishable than the peonies stolen
fresh as bruises.

November 29, 2021 | Fiction

The Reformer

Claudia Ross

I looked up at Rudy, his back hitting the air like a ruler. The mind is an act of balance, he said, looking at me. It is a lever for the body.

November 28, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Sylvère Lotringer is dead

Danielle Chelosky

Our hypothetical date tomorrow is at a show for the band Tennis. I have never heard of them, but I trust him. I say I will work my magic to get us in.

November 26, 2021 |

Dispatches from the Treehouse: Grind That Wave 

Joseph Horton

I’ve been told by plenty of people in this first year of parenthood that having a child is like having your heart outside your body. This always sounds to me like a horcrux.

November 25, 2021 | Fiction

The Weather in Minnesota

James Sullivan

Who could need this much flesh? Four pounds of Louisiana crawfish, one pound of Alaskan king crab legs, six pounds swordfish steaks, a pound of oysters, three pounds lobster tails, five ribeye steaks, three New York strips, six T-bones, four packs of stew beef, two family packs of chicken drumsticks, and enough shrimp to fill five plastic shopping bags.

November 24, 2021 | Poetry

After the Drunk Guy at The Cellar Asked If I Spoke Arabic

Bryce Berkowitz

How harrowing it must be to swallow the syrupy scraps of night,
then ask for more.

November 22, 2021 | Fiction

And Then He Got Squished

Ann Manov

Last summer everyone was wrestling. Claudia started it. She said It’s been so long since I touched someone and threw Tobias on the ground.

November 22, 2021 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jade Hurter

I love you best
like this: sun in your hair, a heavy daze
of pollen on your eyelids.

November 21, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

A Review of the Barrington, CT Boston Market Located 400 Yards from My Ex-Girlfriend’s House

R. Jones

The Barrington, CT Boston Market offers the creamy richness of all Boston Market feeding centers.

November 19, 2021 | Poetry

My Lover Strokes the Scar Between my Breasts Before We Fall to Sleep

Margarita Cruz

Under the ribs, between the lungs, where no periscope lives
to view the damage of long nights spent in cold underpasses...

November 19, 2021 | Fiction

@AssistedLiving

Joseph Cummins

HEY THERE, Bill Baxter. This is your friend Sue Parnet. I just now saw your name pop up and decided it is time to see how you are doing.