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She Could photo
January 31, 2022 | Fiction

She Could

Anu Kandikuppa

She could eat. She could get a little plump, not so plump that he wouldn’t like it, but plumper than before she knew him, when she had to stay thin and dainty so she could get married and become plump, though no more than he liked.

Tracey, what am I meant to do with all this shit? photo
January 31, 2022 | Poetry

Tracey, what am I meant to do with all this shit?

Zoë Ranson

Tracey, what am I meant to do with all this shit?

Party snacks
platters of them
orange and puffed up
Moloko rasping from a corner

          there’s an awareness of space, of bug spray

   

Sex Is Like Porn In Real Life photo
January 30, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Sex Is Like Porn In Real Life

Sommer Browning

You know what’s sad? When no one releases your sex tape.

The Devil’s Interval: Memory and The Conversation photo
January 29, 2022 | The Paranoid View

The Devil’s Interval: Memory and The Conversation

Austin Ross

I remember the first time I saw The Conversation. I was probably fourteen or so, far too obsessed with the overly opinionated and obstinate author and film critic Harlan Ellison...

I Love Claire Vaye Watkins But If Two Female Writers Each Choose Darkness Are They Enemies or Friends or Something Other: a review, a love story, a confessional photo
January 28, 2022 | Nonfiction

I Love Claire Vaye Watkins But If Two Female Writers Each Choose Darkness Are They Enemies or Friends or Something Other: a review, a love story, a confessional

Elizabeth Ellen

And then there is the question of motherhood. And how it does or doesn’t fit into the feminist narrative, into our ideas of ourselves as liberated women.

Smiley in the Bullrushes photo
January 28, 2022 | Fiction

Smiley in the Bullrushes

James Lineberger

If we accept the conventional ATF line, bootleggers are scoundrels of the worst sort, caring only for the almighty dollar, men who will poison you with hootch run through junk radiators and contaminated with everything from antifreeze to dead rats.

Girls with blue hands photo
January 28, 2022 | Poetry

Girls with blue hands

Sophie Jennis

Girls with blue hands

I
Psychopathology
in the woods
Naked snow
Cold, bare thighs
keep the snow white.
Tie around a tree
Hide your ruby
ring in the dirt
Rub your hair
against the

Weak Tea Scam photo
January 27, 2022 | Fiction

Weak Tea Scam

Joy Guo

Find your mark. As American as they come. Like this couple, standing a few feet to your left. Around your age, but taller, sturdier, sun-fed and muscular. Their smiles remind you of neatly racked milk bottles.  

Two Poems photo
January 26, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lauren Turner

We The Roost

We rise, our nest dappled with first light
     spool into the day wings tendriled mid-air
moneying as we must but never as we might
     have monied had we less fruit to

A Daughter's Guide to Ghosts photo
January 25, 2022 | Nonfiction

A Daughter's Guide to Ghosts

Brittany Hailer

He was a man who cried every time I sang or read a book aloud.

Why Everything is Everything photo
January 24, 2022 | Poetry

Why Everything is Everything

Brian Simoneau

Why Everything Is Everything

          for my daughter

Because earth is spinning
     and spinning and circles
a yellow star. Because
     gases burning, flaring
above the poles we spin
   

Letters From A Young Poet photo
January 23, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Letters From A Young Poet

a a khaliq

Dear Jane,

The TikTok girls are mad at you.

Three Poems photo
January 21, 2022 | Poetry

Three Poems

Liv Fleet

BIG TIME

okay i’ll be doing my best to     explain myself, to     say i did the best i could with what i
had and you     did the same      my mom will be bringing home ice cream soon
     she

Seven Million Minutes in Heaven photo
January 20, 2022 | Fiction

Seven Million Minutes in Heaven

Rin Kelly

It was during the seventh experiment that I died, or I think I died—I mean, I must have died because if I hadn’t there surely would have been a lawsuit of some sort, and I’d know about it by now if I hadn’t died. Maybe I’d be filthy rich and wouldn’t have to keep signing up for these research studies and tests just to pay my bills. And to buy my pills.

Two Episodes in the Life of a Mental Health Professional photo
January 19, 2022 | Fiction

Two Episodes in the Life of a Mental Health Professional

Harris Lahti

The man who used to be my husband wanted to hook up.  “Right here,” he said after parking our Nissan Sable in the road we used to live on and killing the headlights

Two Poems photo
January 19, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Carson Wolfe

Holistic Medicine

Hungover, I google How To: Self-Care.
A recipe for kale juice guarantees
wholesomeness. I buy a juicer, stain
the counter with spilt optimism.

Attend laughter yoga, trick

In the Desert photo
January 18, 2022 | Nonfiction

In the Desert

Emma Brewer

I stared at the other campers, who stared into the center, screaming through their disbelief at what they were screaming.

Three Poems photo
January 17, 2022 | Poetry

Three Poems

James Croal Jackson

Quarantine (March 17, 2020)

Through the west wall
our neighbors still
decide to get drunk.

You go into the basement,
pull out a red bag–
hammer and nails.

Framed photo of your

I Think You Have A Drug Problem photo
January 16, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

I Think You Have A Drug Problem

Barbara Genova

So I wanted to bang this exvangelical guy and it's about to get worse:

Horse Poor photo
January 14, 2022 | Fiction

Horse Poor

Alexander Lumans

After last night, I’m no longer allowed at The Mint Bar. You could say it’s because I choked the owner’s daughter up against the wall next to the jukebox that only plays Cash songs—pushed her hard enough that a quarter fell from the coin slot—or you could say she deserved it.

Stir It Up: Food and “The Other Ones” with Dave Housley photo
January 14, 2022 | Interview

Stir It Up: Food and “The Other Ones” with Dave Housley

Hannah Grieco

Is it weird to call Dave Housley the “Uncle” of lit mags? He’s that guy, the writer/editor/generally amazing human that everyone in the literary world seems to know. Dave is one of the original

Two Poems photo
January 13, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

William Cullen Jr.

A Perfect Pitch

Throwing under-handed
his fastball started curving
over home plate
so I swung at the pitch
and bought the bat for my son
which was too heavy for him
in his first little league

The Itch photo
January 13, 2022 | Nonfiction

The Itch

Laura Morris

We are a thousand couples. A million maybe.

Adjudicate photo
January 12, 2022 | Fiction

Adjudicate

Michael Snyder

I’m in accounting. Sally in the lab. Among her other duties, Sally is an odor judge. Her nose is rather ordinary to look at, what my grandma might have called a button nose. But Sally’s nose is legend.

Dream Vision of Frank O'Hara photo
January 11, 2022 | Poetry

Dream Vision of Frank O'Hara

Natalie Tombasco

Dream Vision of Frank O’Hara

    it is 4:40 and I’m drenched in moonstone, sequins, fishnets, and general getting-out
    of-bedness at the corner of 11th Avenue and 30th hoping for something

Sad House photo
January 11, 2022 | Nonfiction

Sad House

Matt Barrett

The man wearing a Ray Lewis jersey doesn’t know who Ray Lewis is.

An Accessory to the Orchestra photo
January 10, 2022 | Fiction

An Accessory to the Orchestra

Tommy Dean

Just another dead body in a city of dead bodies, right? This world is out to eat me, Chase. I feel the scratch of its teeth.

The Club photo
January 9, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

The Club

Melissa Wabnitz Pumayugra

We beat Brock Shamos every day. We beat him with jump ropes we stole from Mr. Randall’s P.E. class

Kiss Me Thru The Phone photo
January 7, 2022 | Poetry

Kiss Me Thru The Phone

Mary Beth Becker

KISS ME THRU THE PHONE

trembling     string between two cans
     across town     fry-gravel longing compressed      voice-tightrope
transposed, delivered to you     I don't know how it happens-

Discards photo
January 6, 2022 | Nonfiction

Discards

Jenn Hall

I stand in the aisle, electrified, and wait for the dead objects to speak to me.