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October 31, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Someone Could Mean Anyone

Koty Neelis

Still though, that’s fucked up.

I agree, I say. It is fucked up.

October 30, 2021 | Fiction

Hallowed Ground

Kim Farbota

Even in death, I would make a showing of my conscientiousness. I would step into a black trash bag, first removing my heels to avoid a snag. I’d put a note on the outside of a second bag before pulling it over my head.  “Please do not open; call the police.”

October 29, 2021 | Nonfiction

Circular Time

Aarron Sholar

I stand in front of this body-length mirror. The compression vest is gone, the drains are removed, and all the cushioning gauze has been peeled away; I’ve watched video after video of other

October 28, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Eric Wang

Field Report From Concurrent Timelines

(Or: Basketball)

What I’m saying is:

There are countless alternate realities in which Kawhi Leonard’s game seven buzzer beater against the

October 28, 2021 | Nonfiction


Shreya Fadia

I’ve never run for political office and have no desire to run—which is not to say that I’ve never thought about it—but I do know what it is to move, to travel, to traverse, to go around for the sake of one’s ambitions.

October 25, 2021 | Nonfiction

Rewatching The Office To Keep My Dead Ex-Boyfriend Alive

Shannon J. Curtin

The last time I dream of him, my dead ex-boyfriend asks me to stop bringing him back.

Usually, when I dreamt him alive, he didn’t speak. I’d sit next to him while he sorted mail. I’d watch him turn

October 25, 2021 | Fiction

The Mermaid

Libby Copa

The water witch said that if I cut my hair and killed the prince and his new bride she would turn my legs back into fins and I could go home. I didn’t have to think about it very hard.

October 24, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Choosing a Wedding Gift for the Only Person You Ever Loved

Dillon Fernando

When I mention this flash of sexual fluidity to people, it bothers them.

October 21, 2021 | Nonfiction

Midsummer in the Spirit Realm

Dave Fromm

Felt, for a minute, like some façade had slipped, like a glitch in the matrix. Is this in fact the car we came in? Are we who we think we are?

October 20, 2021 | Fiction

It's Later Than You Think

Adam McOmber

When I was dead, I returned to my father’s house, an old farmstead in Northwestern Ohio, and I stood alone in the gravel drive, satisfied to see that the house was just as I remembered it—small and gray, rising on a plot of land west of a moonlit apple orchard.


October 19, 2021 | Nonfiction

Reality Is Not Enough

Rebecca Mlinek

I checked the rest of the house, but everyone was asleep. I had a brief moment of nothingness, of emptiness, and then terror bloomed.

October 18, 2021 | Poetry

Two poems

Amy Bobeda

in davis at the ceramics conference

on the Easter Bunny’s lap
a polaroid of my heavy bangs

smiles and my mother swears
I loved that bunny so much

I wouldn’t leave the store
to visit

October 15, 2021 | Poetry

Three Poems

Bobby Vanecko


Can we please
go back to
your uncle’s house
in Wisconsin
that was used in
the movie
Amityville Horror
the house is
definitely haunted
but beautiful
even with the
piles of dead

October 14, 2021 | Nonfiction

Crying at the Russian Ballet

Benjamin Davis

The curtains opened, the ballerinas emerged, toes became violins, hands, trumpets, backs, cellos.


October 12, 2021 | Poetry

Six Poems

Laura Theobald

I have decided to hate you for 100 days
As soon as I figure out the first day

October 11, 2021 | Poetry

You Make Me Cry

Molly Zhu

You make me cry

when you talk about her, and only now do I realize
that you never knew your mother at all,
there simply was no space for her in your crowded pocket
carrying poverty like a

October 8, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Bethany Clarke

To Buy

Saccharine body baby,
snot on the inside of my t-shirt like
I’m made of it, I would show up
to their house wrung out by sadness
the earth speeding up through my feet
up through the

October 6, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Amira Maher

analgesic for apostates

nosediving from the ketamine and
distracting myself from the open
wound on my back, crimson-soaked

mesh shorts and criminally cotton
mouth, the nurse flashes flawless

October 3, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Normal Girls Who Aren’t Afraid of Crackers

Meg Thompson

“Maybe your ears are broken,” my husband mused to me one night at dinner.

I was wearing headphones, eyes trained to study my plate, the sight of chewing as triggering as the audible noises. 

October 1, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lena Tsykynovska


     Водопровод – человеческая мысль, связь вещей, победившая хаос, священная организация, централизация. Л. Гинзбург

Everybody finds it easy to wake up in the
I seem to want to