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Why Are You Doing This To Me photo
May 16, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Why Are You Doing This To Me

Paulina Pinsky

I was with a Serbian who said, “Tonight is about your pleasure,” so I was doing great.

Words Fail, Chapter 2b: Divergence photo
May 16, 2021 | Sunday Comics

Words Fail, Chapter 2b: Divergence

Angus Woodward

Previously on...

Chapter 1a: Converging
Chapter 1b: Crisis 
Chapter 1c: Fighting the Fog

Chapter 2a: Two People

 

She Take Mushrooms photo
May 14, 2021 | Poetry

She Take Mushrooms

Yuki Jackson

my family and I moved 
from Japan to America
and found solace 
in hunting mushrooms  

the kind we sought 
are called matsu-take, 
the highest grade
selling for a grand per kilo 

I do

A Matter of Survival photo
May 14, 2021 | Fiction

A Matter of Survival

Stephanie Yu

You go through “It’s a Small World” and something about the unease of Florida burrows deep inside you then.

Things Women Do Out of Politeness photo
May 13, 2021 | Fiction

Things Women Do Out of Politeness

Barbara Cameron

Teenaged girls raised in the sixties, what harm could come from going with a sought after, popular guy?

The Great Conjunction photo
May 13, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Great Conjunction

Leone Brander

It is December 21, 2020, the night of the Great Conjunction. For the first time since the 1600s, Jupiter and Saturn will be the closest to each other they’ve ever been. NASA says you’ll be able to

You See What I'm Saying, Right? photo
May 12, 2021 | Fiction

You See What I'm Saying, Right?

Harris Lahti

Then a spring day burns through with such clarity Melissa asks me to help her interview dog walkers at the dog park. Not the day nurse. Not the other aid. Me—our first outing since the

The Midnight Room photo
May 12, 2021 | Fiction

The Midnight Room

Ceara Masker

Before I was me, I was somebody else, the same as we all are. A human is constantly shedding skin like a snake. It’s just a metaphor.

I learned all the tricks in middle school; I learned how to

Nikes for the Next Generation photo
May 12, 2021 | Poetry

Nikes for the Next Generation

Jason Harris

— after Frank Ocean, “Nikes”

You would have laughed 
at the sight of us: bodies twisted,
one foot in the air to show off
a new pair of Nikes; iPhones ringing 
with warning about deep

Dive Bar Theophany photo
May 11, 2021 | Nonfiction

Dive Bar Theophany

Natalie Rowland

To the left of the counter stands a dead rat on its hind legs, taxidermied, with one front paw extended and one middle finger raised. An insult that looks like benediction. A pair of antlers sit atop

The Romantic photo
May 11, 2021 | Fiction

The Romantic

Siamak Vossoughi

How many white girls of twelve and thirteen became the dreamed-about woman back home when I listened to Every Little Kiss by Bruce Hornsby and the Range?

YOLO photo
May 10, 2021 | Fiction

YOLO

Elizabeth Ellen

“See,” I said. “We’re both nihilists.”

 “I’m not a nihilist,” Matt said. He was at the kitchen sink filling his flask.

expiry photo
May 10, 2021 | Fiction

expiry

Molly Yingling

Organic is just another word for living, but nothing here feels alive.

The shelves are stocked with discards – twist-tied bags of stale bread crusts, canned peach pits in heavy syrup, pickled ribs

Cartwheel photo
May 10, 2021 | Poetry

Cartwheel

Sarah Fawn Montgomery

 

I am afraid of a heart
above a head, inversion
willing erasure, the body
surrendering to gravity, violence
a chance some call skill
but only because a girl is great
when she risks

Would You Still Like Me If photo
May 9, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Would You Still Like Me If

Delia Rainey

I’ve been trying to find this quote by Chris Kraus from Aliens & Anorexia I think, but the quote is nowhere in my notebooks, even though I remember writing it down obsessively.

Words Fail, Chapter 2a: Two People photo
May 9, 2021 | Sunday Comics

Words Fail, Chapter 2a: Two People

Angus Woodward

Previously on...

Chapter 1a: Converging
Chapter 1b: Crisis 
Chapter 1c: Fighting the Fog

Of Flakes, Dogcakes, and Dinosaurs photo
May 7, 2021 | Nonfiction

Of Flakes, Dogcakes, and Dinosaurs

Julie Benesh

Flakes

In the 1970s, every grocery in my Midwestern town sells tall quarts of buttermilk. My mom uses it for pancakes, and I also drink it with salt and pepper. Once I serve it to myself so salty

Joiner photo
May 7, 2021 | Fiction

Joiner

Crow Jonah Norlander

For the first time ever, they were being honest about their sex lives.

Two Poems photo
May 7, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Olaitan Humble

Lagos gods

"the gods are exemplars of human striving" —Wole Soyinka
 

Festival aura fills the atmosphere
i rejoice for you                     moyo fun e
i rejoice for myself            

Wanting Nothing photo
May 6, 2021 | Fiction

Wanting Nothing

Felicia Rosemary Urso

In the morning, we don’t move. I’m satisfied. I’m easy to love. I’m not freezing and still drunk.

Synonyms for Love photo
May 6, 2021 | Poetry

Synonyms for Love

Richelle Sushil

Darling, stop being stupid, 
she says with all the tenderness she can muster,
which is not a lot, when I bring up my ex. 
At the dining table, in the gaudy rust of sunset,
she alternates between

Mums photo
May 5, 2021 | Fiction

Mums

Adam Jeffrey Jr.

Turns out, we decided later, it was silly to try and sell flowers at all. The user experience of flowers had to be re-tooled.

Blue Note photo
May 5, 2021 | Nonfiction

Blue Note

Priscilla Long

Many languages did not and some still do not include the color word blue. Color words tend to enter languages in the order of black and white (or dark and light), and next red, and next green and yellow, colors that often share one and only one word, and finally blue.

Dollhouse photo
May 4, 2021 | Fiction

Dollhouse

Chloe Chun Seim

You are a person who claims you’d rather die young than spend your whole long life in Kansas, but as you hit thirty, you shrink away from this ultimatum.

The Wizard of Me photo
May 3, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Wizard of Me

Joanna Franklin Bell

Lions and tigers and bears, oh my—when the three of us were together I wondered if I should be the tiger. But I did not feel tigerish by any metaphor. I was not sleek.

Seven Ghosts photo
May 3, 2021 | Fiction

Seven Ghosts

David Mohan

Throughout our first year in that house you woke feeling this ghost’s breath on your face, and at night, sometimes, you’d jump up frantic, swearing you’d felt its grave-clasp on your ankle or arm.

He tells me Bob Ross was in the war in Vietnam photo
May 2, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

He tells me Bob Ross was in the war in Vietnam

Danielle Chelosky

The night before Easter he ties his belt around my neck and gives it to me to hold.