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December 31, 2021 | Fiction


Ross McMeekin

My child could draw that.

December 29, 2021 | Poetry

Rumination After Informing the Vet Staff Their Panera Bread Order Was Sitting on the Counter

Kelsey Zimmerman

So Mom didn’t come with us to the grocery
store, but she insisted when a box of Grape Nuts
or Popsicles tasted off it was because we hadn’t
selected the box behind the first, that hiding
in the

December 26, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

The Abstinence Card

Erik Martinez

It sat in my wallet while I made out with a guy during the “Josie and the Pussycats” movie

December 25, 2021 | Nonfiction

By Hook Or By Crook

Miss Unity

I never mixed meth with hooking. Not once. I didn’t want to ruin it! (Meth, I mean.)

December 24, 2021 | Poetry


Noah Stetzer

Be sure it's not wrapped...

December 23, 2021 | Nonfiction

Are You There, Avatar? It’s Me, The 70s

Alle C. Hall

Do you see how I did that? All that pain I brought up about my sister went right under the rug.

December 22, 2021 | Fiction

The Day The Billionaire Exploded

Joe Marczynski

When the first billionaire exploded I was at the drive-thru with my dad.

December 20, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Cameron Dean Gibson

"Ryan" and "LMGTFY"

December 16, 2021 | Poetry

It Almost Kills Me

Preeti Vangani

...not enough steroids, / the wrong steroids... 

December 13, 2021 | Poetry


Sébastien Bernard

It takes falling in love, staying there...

December 12, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

(Not) A Story About New York

Kelsey Swintek

It’s August in Manhattan when we both decide to leave. You accept a job in LA and my boyfriend packs my life in a U-Haul and drives it to our new apartment together in Pittsburgh. 


When I toss

December 10, 2021 | Poetry

Frequent Utilizer Protocol

Eric Tran

...How to say / hello without breaking / stride...

December 9, 2021 | Nonfiction


Mark Foss

The funeral home gave me a special calendar to keep track of the Yahrzeit until 2034, but after that I will be on my own.

December 7, 2021 | Nonfiction

Act of God

Suzanne Manizza Roszak

It is a miraculous thing, this audible sun.

December 6, 2021 | Poetry

Owed to 3C Hair

Mya Matteo Alexice

o lion mane and petalled armore, / you sweet corona of twist & curl...

December 3, 2021 | Nonfiction

A Medication Guide

Vanessa Garza

Something about a synaptic neurotransmitter. You won’t really understand. 

December 3, 2021 | Fiction

Daughter of Ants

Natasha Ayaz

His voice, crisp like apple vodka, poured into the September air.

December 2, 2021 | Poetry

3 Fruitflies

Tyler Friend

Fruitfly [64], [76], and [77]

December 1, 2021 | Nonfiction

Because Mid-Meal, My Mother Says “Now Don’t Write About This”; Or, The Tyranny of We

Sandra Beasley

But to write We thought is a fiction.
We always felt that…the moment you write this phrase, you have lied.