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November 30, 2021 | Poetry

Act V

Evy Shen

I ask you to toss me something heavier than your name
to hold, less perishable than the peonies stolen
fresh as bruises.

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.

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.

November 26, 2021 |

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.

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.

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.

November 22, 2021 | Fiction

And Then He Got Squished

Ann Manov

Last summer everyone was wrestling. Claudia started it. She said It’s been so long since I touched someone and threw Tobias on the ground.

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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

 

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.

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.

 

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.

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.

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.

November 12, 2021 | Fiction

Coral Bleaching

Simon Graham

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

November 11, 2021 | Nonfiction

Grey Wolfe LaJoie

Grey Wolfe Lajoie

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

November 10, 2021 | Fiction

The Frog

Jeff Newman

There was a frog in our house.

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,

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.

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

November 8, 2021 | Fiction

Earl

Peter Krumbach

We’d thought he only taxidermized celebrities’ pets. But then we saw him crossing the yard carrying Mickey Rooney.

November 7, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Hello: It's Not Me You're Looking For

Luna Adler

Like Richie’s “Hello,” Adele’s “Hello” is also an ode to longing.

November 5, 2021 | Fiction

Rambler

Glen Pourciau

She smiles and waves at me. I return her smile, mine more faint than hers, and I see her catching sight of something or someone behind me.

November 3, 2021 | Fiction

Unabashed

Sean Ennis

A couple was making love outdoors while a grizzly bear watched—it was a tv show— and I thought, this reminds me of me.

November 3, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Ezra Lebovitz

I have never touched a cow or even
another man.

November 2, 2021 | Nonfiction

Centerpiece

Justin Chandler

Under the pretense of repairing things, I go to prove I am not broken.

November 1, 2021 | Nonfiction

Penelope Went to Episcopal Church Feeling Melancholy

Jade Song

I will never read this essay out loud, so let me take some risks:

Almond, salmon, Episcopal, peony, Adidas, melancholy, mischievous.

In my head: Owl-mund, sal-MON, epic-SKO-poll.

I add force