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The Irony of Inclusion photo
March 31, 2021 | Fiction

The Irony of Inclusion

Rae Griffin

Let them do the majority of the talking. Laugh at their jokes. Ask them about their motorcycle, their new car, their recent trip to the Maldives.

Two Poems photo
March 31, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Rebecca Zweig

The Festival of Convictions

5781     not moved to ceremony but moved
by the ground rejecting this nonsense   windows etc.
this very hill’s lack of integrity and possibly imminent dying

An absorbed sound photo
March 30, 2021 | Poetry

An absorbed sound

Lyd Havens

An absorbed sound

There was the night where the snow was quieter than usual
& your car wouldn’t start, so we stood under concrete

steeples to wait for the tow truck until your last hand

Thigh Gap photo
March 29, 2021 | Fiction

Thigh Gap

Lucy Zhang

She gives me a pocketknife. It has an ergonomic handle with smartly placed finger notches, a nice stainless-steel blade that folds up, a sturdy, low-riding pocket clip—perfect for those inconvenient moments you need to cut something loose.

Four Poems photo
March 29, 2021 | Poetry

Four Poems

Raegan Bird

Times the Dog Looks for God

Sun is too hot
Sun is too cold
Fire alarm


Balsamic Moon

Lightning in remembered spaces
going dormant
Shade avoidance and dashboard doubles



Not It photo
March 28, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Not It

Irene Villaseñor

Why are you telling me this?

I just want you to know.

It Never Stops photo
March 26, 2021 | Fiction

It Never Stops

Jared Yates Sexton

By late August, Mary-Beth was sweating on her front porch swing, a bottle of Budweiser resting on the table her daughter Madison gave her for Mother’s Day a decade earlier. Mary-Beth had been watching

Four Poems photo
March 26, 2021 | Poetry

Four Poems

Coco Fitterman

la tienda, or, the earth, fertile with nettles and

vegetables, bringing forth these meager

cypresses, this black damp that stains the



words fall off the curl of nothing


Dispatches photo
March 25, 2021 | Fiction


Jesse Salvo

I have made my decision: I am going to set myself on fire.

Three Poems photo
March 24, 2021 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jenna Jaco

don’t answer that

another quar poem

in the sixth month
i want to play skee ball
and put it in my mouth after.
i don’t know if my mouth
is big enough. it’s been so long.
which is bigger, the

Pair photo
March 23, 2021 | Fiction


Matt Weinkam

It was Mr. Wexler, my old boss, who made a second me.

Two Poems  photo
March 22, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Moriana Delgado

All blue awnings

man stands for myriad of anonymous nouns
something like far off voice
presumably an empty mountain becoming his own
invention, able to stand by itself (i.e. come where I am)

Bike Story photo
March 21, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Bike Story

Kay Keegan

It only took Kyle a few days to make his confession about the other woman. It took nine months for him to tell me he couldn’t ride a bike.

Four Poems photo
March 19, 2021 | Poetry

Four Poems

Mary Rose Manspeaker

10,000 Whale Facts

Fact one: the whale loves you. Male whales sing to solve their loneliness,
some twenty-minute songs. You can hear their serenade from miles
away. Shall we be dragged to the

Gradients photo
March 18, 2021 | Fiction


Jack Barker-Clark

We preened our signatures in the cheerful attic, Owen’s royal insignia and my fallen few ants.

hints on health photo
March 17, 2021 | Poetry

hints on health

Sofia Banzhaf

hints on health

you touched my skin
in the crowded afternoon
my blood like a bloom
warm and erected

our bodies are useless
in winter
my need for excess
diminishes to the pursuit
of damp

Xianrenzhang photo
March 16, 2021 | Fiction


Jiaqi Kang (亢嘉琪)

They said that Xianrenzhang took your heart because she didn’t have her own. She was looking for one that was just the right size, not too big and not too small, that she could slot into the cavern in her chest.

sadness dies badly like a waiting room plant photo
March 15, 2021 | Poetry

sadness dies badly like a waiting room plant

Chelsea Tadeyeske

sadness dies badly like a waiting room plant

every body is mostly water
and will still only sink or float

it’s so maddening
it takes me two hours to finish
an apple

sometimes the human in

Brief History of Unconditional Love: A Confessional photo
March 14, 2021 |

Brief History of Unconditional Love: A Confessional

Maggie Finch

Confession 8: Your first semester at community college was supposed to be a fresh start. 

Trophy Black photo
March 12, 2021 | Fiction

Trophy Black

Michael Leal García

Hector loved, loved, loved having a black friend, but he could never admit it.

Five Poems photo
March 11, 2021 | Poetry

Five Poems

Sophie Weil

crazy horse

half full heavy
whipping cream in their drywall construct
see me mob hammer ?
smack dab middle of july
i ask and clam up

that thunder is new to me
racking up the bill

Mason Jar photo
March 10, 2021 | Fiction

Mason Jar


The thing about mason jars is that you can stuff them with anything you want: pasta, beans, ashes.

Britney's People photo
March 9, 2021 | Poetry

Britney's People

Lu Chekowsky

Britney’s People

Britney is a crystal swan born from a cave where they manufacture crystal swans. Britney’s People are her protectors. No people are as important as Britney’s People because it is

Waves and Seesaws photo
March 8, 2021 | Fiction

Waves and Seesaws

Ai Jiang

The quietness of No Frills was unnerving. The sound of wheels and the buzzing of the lights overhead filled Xiu's ears. 

Friendly Ghosting photo
March 7, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Friendly Ghosting

Meriwether Clarke

Sometimes I imagine I’ll get a long email from her, explaining why, when a family reunion stopped her from coming on the trip, she gave up on our friendship. Did I somehow offend her?

How I Buy Music Now photo
March 7, 2021 | Comics

How I Buy Music Now

Tom or Judy Moore


Lonely t4t Action Playlist:

1. I Could Use a Hug by Girls Rituals

2. Recovery Girl by Recovery

Bank Job / On Publishing photo
March 5, 2021 | Fiction

Bank Job / On Publishing

Peter Krumbach

What am I doing on a train to Philadelphia?

my mother is a GODDESS photo
March 5, 2021 | Poetry

my mother is a GODDESS

grace (ge) gilbert

My mother is a GODDESS

frick park @ night
the stag runs away from me
chooses instead the busy thoroughfare
lesser of two evils i guess
smoking the disfigured joint
Margaret rolled me i wrap

Starskins photo
March 4, 2021 | Fiction


Mathew Burnside

Do you know how to leave this Earth? Because I really need to leave this Earth tonight. Jettison my skin. Supernova in a brilliant burst.

Four Poems  photo
March 3, 2021 | Poetry

Four Poems 

McKenzie Toma


I never lost what I had out of eye    the piano minded surplus or acheless weather    what ever the
          night still oily with a personality is          there is no sense