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Carts photo
February 8, 2022 | Long, Awkward Length Fiction


Daisy Alioto

I am searching for the type of room that would change my life if I lived there, you know the one.

Two Poems photo
February 7, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Matt Mitchell

there was the asteroid and kids old as the cascades,
& the bottle-necked shore so full of undiscovered fish
we ate ourselves into a new species.

Carts photo
February 7, 2022 | Long, Awkward Length Fiction


Daisy Alioto

“Bandeau,” I type into the Tumblr search bar. The results load like a quilt of skin.

2AM in Brownsville photo
February 6, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

2AM in Brownsville

Shy Watson

Jordan lit a post-coital cigarette and contemplatively stared at the ceiling.

“My ex was a Nazi,” he said.


Two Poems photo
February 4, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Tom Snarsky

Most planets are probably so
much quieter than ours.

Rough Lady photo
February 3, 2022 | Nonfiction

Rough Lady

Sabrina Small

The room smelled like milk and sweat. I only got up for a few reasons; to crack a window, to change a diaper, to eat, and occasionally, to go for a walk.

horse girl photo
February 2, 2022 | Poetry

horse girl

Andrew Ketcham

I'm waiting for influenza in Virginia. Or the taste of something metal.

Sugar Coated photo
February 1, 2022 | Nonfiction

Sugar Coated

Ariél M. Martinez

It makes sense to me that what Britney Spears wants to fill her body with, what she wants to break apart with her teeth and let dissolve onto her tongue is sickeningly sweet, beautifully packaged things, meant to enjoy, enjoy, enjoy.