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Two Poems photo
November 29, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Esther Sun

My hands,
dumb with clay questions
they don’t know how
to shape, write every love song
into elegy.

The Reformer photo
November 29, 2021 | Fiction

The Reformer

Claudia Ross

I looked up at Rudy, his back hitting the air like a ruler. The mind is an act of balance, he said, looking at me. It is a lever for the body.

Sylvère Lotringer is dead photo
November 28, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Sylvère Lotringer is dead

Danielle Chelosky

Our hypothetical date tomorrow is at a show for the band Tennis. I have never heard of them, but I trust him. I say I will work my magic to get us in.

Dispatches from the Treehouse: Grind That Wave  photo
November 26, 2021 | Dispatches from the Treehouse

Dispatches from the Treehouse: Grind That Wave 

Joseph Horton

I’ve been told by plenty of people in this first year of parenthood that having a child is like having your heart outside your body. This always sounds to me like a horcrux.

The Weather in Minnesota photo
November 25, 2021 | Fiction

The Weather in Minnesota

James Sullivan

Who could need this much flesh? Four pounds of Louisiana crawfish, one pound of Alaskan king crab legs, six pounds swordfish steaks, a pound of oysters, three pounds lobster tails, five ribeye steaks, three New York strips, six T-bones, four packs of stew beef, two family packs of chicken drumsticks, and enough shrimp to fill five plastic shopping bags.

The Spine photo
November 25, 2021 | Poetry

The Spine

Mitchell Nobis

While tromping the snowless woods
for a Christmas tree
I stepped on a deer’s spine,
well, half a deer, really,
   which is another mystery in itself.
I called over my son, and
we perused every

After the Drunk Guy at The Cellar Asked If I Spoke Arabic photo
November 24, 2021 | Poetry

After the Drunk Guy at The Cellar Asked If I Spoke Arabic

Bryce Berkowitz

How harrowing it must be to swallow the syrupy scraps of night,
then ask for more.

Faye and Liam Go on a First Date photo
November 23, 2021 | Nonfiction

Faye and Liam Go on a First Date

Erin Vachon

If she swallows down chaos before the question is asked, let me spit mosaics in my answers

Three Poems photo
November 22, 2021 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jade Hurter

I love you best
like this: sun in your hair, a heavy daze
of pollen on your eyelids.

Two Stories photo
November 22, 2021 | Fiction

Two Stories

Esther Manov

In Geometry class, Vicky said that a man had broken into her bedroom in the night and that she’d talked to him until he left.

A Review of the Barrington, CT Boston Market Located 400 Yards from My Ex-Girlfriend’s House photo
November 21, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

A Review of the Barrington, CT Boston Market Located 400 Yards from My Ex-Girlfriend’s House

R. Jones

The Barrington, CT Boston Market offers the creamy richness of all Boston Market feeding centers.

@AssistedLiving photo
November 19, 2021 | Fiction

@AssistedLiving

Joseph Cummins

HEY THERE, Bill Baxter. This is your friend Sue Parnet. I just now saw your name pop up and decided it is time to see how you are doing.

My Lover Strokes the Scar Between my Breasts Before We Fall to Sleep photo
November 19, 2021 | Poetry

My Lover Strokes the Scar Between my Breasts Before We Fall to Sleep

Margarita Cruz

Under the ribs, between the lungs, where no periscope lives
to view the damage of long nights spent in cold underpasses...

Horny Hell photo
November 18, 2021 | Nonfiction

Horny Hell

Suiyi Tang

It was then that they strode past me. Mid-thought, my attention snagged on the powerful wisp of her. She wore a spandex outfit—itty bitty sports bra and bicycle shorts, her lean legs sprouting from chunky Filas.

 

Three Poems photo
November 18, 2021 | Poetry

Three Poems

Nicole Markert

listen, i welcome death like a priest with their arms outstretched, throat humming in worship.

Last Days at Metropolitan Ave Kmart photo
November 17, 2021 | Fiction

Last Days at Metropolitan Ave Kmart

Sean Williamson

At the Metropolitan Ave Kmart, there was a parking lot in the sky.

I Believe in Red photo
November 16, 2021 | Nonfiction

I Believe in Red

Maya Staples

Cam asks when I am going to change my pants just to prove to his pierced girlfriend that he doesn't like me all that much. I tell him I wash them daily, but he says that doesn’t mean it’s not weird.

 

Two Poems photo
November 16, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Ashley Hajimirsadeghi

You take graphite-stained
fingers and trail them through the punch bowl, call
this sin.

Boring People Standing Still photo
November 15, 2021 | Fiction

Boring People Standing Still

Zee Carlstrom

I wish I could say this is a recent phenomenon, mourning-related, the convergence of a breakup and a death in my family, but you could carve Got Too High and Ordered McNuggets onto my gravestone, and it would be accurate.

Three Poems photo
November 15, 2021 | Poetry

Three Poems

Ellen Skirvin

I grab her hand,
thinking it’s my own and tell her I’d eat it too.

Hannah, Danehy Park photo
November 14, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Hannah, Danehy Park

Jaclyn Torres

Before Hannah can protest, I get out of bed, put on gray and pink checkered pants and a black top. Having romantic feelings for a woman is new territory; her laugh is all I can think about.

NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), or, The Part of the Novel photo
November 13, 2021 | Fiction

NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), or, The Part of the Novel

Brian Alan Ellis

DAY 10:

The part of the novel where your character goes to Applebee’s to forget.

Self-Portrait as My Villager in Animal Crossing photo
November 12, 2021 | Poetry

Self-Portrait as My Villager in Animal Crossing

Jon Lemay

The recipe for the liniment calls for an empty bees nest that I have to dislodge from the crook of a tree branch by shaking the trunk. That usually ends up disturbing more bees, so you can see the problem here.

Coral Bleaching photo
November 12, 2021 | Fiction

Coral Bleaching

Simon Graham

He told me he was in the process of determining the next stage of his life.

Grey Wolfe LaJoie photo
November 11, 2021 | Nonfiction

Grey Wolfe LaJoie

Grey Wolfe Lajoie

LaJoie dropped to their knees and shouted out the phrase "Oh dear god!"

The Frog photo
November 10, 2021 | Fiction

The Frog

Jeff Newman

There was a frog in our house.

While My Husband Installs a New Dishwasher photo
November 10, 2021 | Poetry

While My Husband Installs a New Dishwasher

Lea Page

I contribute glasses of water to prevent dehydration, / towels to mop up leaks on the floor, and witticisms,

October 2020: Do I Have Thrush? photo
November 9, 2021 | Nonfiction

October 2020: Do I Have Thrush?

Claire Sullivan

He works out of that clinic on the corner of Sydney Road, opposite the 7-Eleven. After I visit him I often walk up the road and get an okay bánh mì from the closest vietnamese bakery.

A Writer's Work: an Interview with JoAnna Novak photo
November 9, 2021 | Interview

A Writer's Work: an Interview with JoAnna Novak

Michael Deagler

When we talk about a writer’s work, we are talking about the things she makes: poems, essays, books. It’s a mercantile word to apply to the artistic process, and yet it’s an inescapable one. Short

Two Poems photo
November 8, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Alyssa Froehling

How much sadness is held in each head?