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We, Ancestors photo
August 31, 2021 | Poetry

We, Ancestors

Angbeen Saleem

because we know this world
pickles our losses
and makes them just sweet enough
to eat again.

"I was trying to be this smart funny guy who writes about his deadbeat hometown and marginalized culture" photo
August 30, 2021 | Interview

"I was trying to be this smart funny guy who writes about his deadbeat hometown and marginalized culture"

Aaron Burch Interviews Anthony Veasna So

Years after reading the story (Junot Diaz' "Drown"), after teaching it to high schoolers (many of them POC), I set out to rewrite this queer of color narrative in my story, "The Monks." I wanted to show how a straight, masculine guy of color could brush up against queerness and feel empowered by it, not scared, even if in the slightest of ways, the slightest of spiritual progressions. 

Searchers photo
August 30, 2021 | Fiction

Searchers

Jeff Hoffman

Beautiful, the flat-forever fields of Wisconsin as I barrel on through flurries, gobbling cheese curds, until, through the fluff, the end appears.

Making you come is like holding a firework: the Marital Benefits of Sexting photo
August 29, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Making you come is like holding a firework: the Marital Benefits of Sexting

Shelby Hinte

Marriage is often thought of as having little to do with eroticism.1

I met my husband while bartending in Oakland. He applied to be the new chef. Tattooed knuckles. Chubby cheeks. Full beard.

I Scream photo
August 27, 2021 | Fiction

I Scream

Emma Smith-Stevens

I wanted my nudity recognized and for people to consider or even remark upon the wound between my thighs and I was bursting to stand on my desk and shout: “Somebody get me an ice cream already!”

ALL I WANT IN LIFE IS TO BE SOMEONE’S KRAKEN photo
August 27, 2021 | Poetry

ALL I WANT IN LIFE IS TO BE SOMEONE’S KRAKEN

Grace Q. Song

Would you terrorize sailors
and pirates, shake their great
fat jewels to the seafloor?

Shore photo
August 26, 2021 | Nonfiction

Shore

Rebecca Entel

That summer held the moment, in real time and in my memory for several years, of something he said that I didn’t hear.

Our Man photo
August 25, 2021 | Fiction

Our Man

Jennifer Savran Kelly

Our Man, as we now call him.

Ten Years Have Passed in Ninety Days photo
August 24, 2021 | Nonfiction

Ten Years Have Passed in Ninety Days

Madison L. Sargeant

The mushrooms I bought yesterday are moldy; the lines around my mouth have deepened. Tomorrow I am a mother for the first time.

2 Poems photo
August 23, 2021 | Poetry

2 Poems

Megan Kim

"Second Generation" and "Hidden"

Sarcophagus photo
August 23, 2021 | Fiction

Sarcophagus

Alice M.

It’s really Freudian, that. Turning a doctor into a parent for a few minutes. That’s why Maeve likes him.

A Brief History of Loving photo
August 22, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

A Brief History of Loving

Tania Pabón Acosta

In his hospital room, he handed over his phone and I called his family.

Making Weight (pt. 7) photo
August 22, 2021 | Sunday Comics

Making Weight (pt. 7)

Denny Connolly

Previously on...
Part 6  ||  Part 5  ||  Part 4  ||  Part 3  ||  Part 2  ||  Part 1  ||  Prologue

 

 

They Ate the Children First photo
August 20, 2021 | Fiction

They Ate the Children First

Madeline Cash

I Googled things that bond people. Google said trauma.

Just Killing Time photo
August 19, 2021 | Nonfiction

Just Killing Time

Kat Saunders

We’ve sat in pot smoke-filled basements, watching boys play video games, and I’ve sipped wine with my parents on special occasions, but neither of us have been to an actual party before.

The Sad photo
August 19, 2021 | Poetry

The Sad

Carolene Kurien

The Sad’s weighing a bit heavily on the human’s back these days.

Dinosaur III photo
August 18, 2021 | Fiction

Dinosaur III

Zachary Kocanda

Ken pounded out three novelty songs on his busted up acoustic guitar, looking like a knock-off Daniel Johnston.

Two Poems photo
August 17, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

CD Eskilson

It took so long
   to realize we never learned to speak of joy, instead send
clips to make each other smile.

Normandy Hole Recipes photo
August 16, 2021 | Fiction

Normandy Hole Recipes

GL Ruffer

‘Le Trou Normand,’ I said to the Garçon, winking knowingly at him.

Vivian Maier photo
August 16, 2021 | Nonfiction

Vivian Maier

Katie Burke

We long to see the world from her point of view, the worker. But do not ever long to be the worker.

My Chinese Mother Snagged My Husband of 40 Years photo
August 15, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

My Chinese Mother Snagged My Husband of 40 Years

Yvonne Liu

My mother had been on a rampage to find me a husband since I started college.

Maggie Siebert On: Hyper-morality, Transgressive Fiction, Her Collection “Bonding,” and Why She Chose to Make it Available for Free Via Twitter photo
August 13, 2021 | Interview

Maggie Siebert On: Hyper-morality, Transgressive Fiction, Her Collection “Bonding,” and Why She Chose to Make it Available for Free Via Twitter

Shelby Hinte

Really I think all art should be freely available

Brazil photo
August 13, 2021 | Fiction

Brazil

Vincent Scarpa

“And no one knows in what guise the end of the familiar will arrive.”- Joy Williams, “Cats and Dogs” 
 

Dale-Anne has heard a noise in her backyard, loud enough to pull her up from sleep.

On Agency photo
August 13, 2021 | Nonfiction

On Agency

Quinn Kelley

I’m good at getting fucked up. I’m good at having fun. Go go go. I’m best at forgetting.

I didn't mean to write this poem; I am just trying to land more gently photo
August 12, 2021 | Poetry

I didn't mean to write this poem; I am just trying to land more gently

Nardine Taleb

The boy
is just a boy until he is a street name.

the novel as a kind of organism: an interview with Tao Lin photo
August 11, 2021 | Interview

the novel as a kind of organism: an interview with Tao Lin

Kristen Iskandrian

To try to allay his doubt, or figure out of it’s real, [Li] mentally consults his in-progress novel, as if it were a friend. He intuits, in an intuition described by the line you quoted, that his doubt is wrong, is habitual and self-sabotalogical.

A Fun Game for the Whole Family photo
August 11, 2021 | Nonfiction

A Fun Game for the Whole Family

Eric Dovigi

If a ghost is the impression you leave after you, then the divot you leave in your old bed is a ghost. 

Soft Tissue photo
August 10, 2021 | Fiction

Soft Tissue

Arielle McManus

Within 1-3 weeks, the body will begin to actively decay. This is when the organs, muscles, and skin will liquify. The hair, bones, and cartilage will remain.

Platform photo
August 9, 2021 | Fiction

Platform

Graham Robert Scott

Someone there used the blackest-known shade of black to make a circle.

Playing Her Song photo
August 9, 2021 | Nonfiction

Playing Her Song

Andrew Stancek

Gratitude is not the response she expected. She smiled through thin lips, missing the hoped-for fight.