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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

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?

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.

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

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.

May 9, 2021 |

Words Fail, Chapter 2a: Two People

Angus Woodward

Previously on...

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

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

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            

May 7, 2021 | Fiction

Joiner

Crow Jonah Norlander

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.