Showing results for March, 2022
My Shoes Are Ruined and You Said Nothing
Sean Turner McLeod
You are standing on an indifferent platform in Preston Station and a little black spaniel is making unbreaking eye-contact with you as he pisses on your leg.
Stir It Up: Aileen Weintraub talks food, pregnancy amidst the chaos, and her new book Knocked Down: A High-Risk Memoir
Hannah Grieco
Aileen Weintraub is one of those incredibly funny writers who also has that superpower to make you cry against your will. You may have read her pieces about pregnancy, motherhood, aging, and more –
Softbox
Anya Maria Johnson
On the first day of my streaming career, I asked Gabe to come over to adjust the lighting design of my “set.”
Queer Time, Sand Too
Aislin Neufeldt
Maybe you didn’t recognize me, me with longer hair, growing tits, a new name.
The Far Side
Julie Goldberg
She was going up to Poughkeepsie to see a girl she had met on the internet who, promisingly, shared her passion for Gary Larson comics.
In a New York Summer
David Ehmcke
Two men smoking cigarettes on Bleecker could mean anything
to each other.
Prep School Drug Mule
Sadie McCarney
Fifteen years before my autism diagnosis - the year I chopped off all my hair with jagged scissors - I hid a not inconsequential baggie of hash in my dorm room closet. I was, as always, trying to
The Grandmas
Chelsie Bryant
When you died in March, five months before I bought my first plant, I learned what sobbing is.
I Laugh at My Great-Grandmother’s Funeral
Josephine Wu
All the time I don’t know what I’ve lost.
Same Difference
Clare Fisher
She opens her mouth to speak, then shuts it, starts to laugh. ‘I guess we're both freaks.’
The Case For Queerplatonic Love
Tenacity Plys
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In third grade, we spend every lunch writing comic books together. We invent a cinematic universe of imagined worlds to rival Marvel's. I've known her since I was six, and I've known my sister
Josephine, or Alter Ego
Joseph O. Legaspi
Is this how a woman
Disappears, water-tap and soil
The Stay of Grief
Elizabeth Crowell
There is one boat out every day.
We are never packed in time to take it.
The Red Bird
Michael McSweeney
My six-year-old son stretches his arms to their limit as he describes his latest nightmare.
Outside the VIP Room of Club Private Grief
Nick Martino
She flips a stool on the bar like a lamb
—springtime, I fell in love again
Zoe Contros Kearl
Charming shyness paired with a love of dancing the Charleston in heels in the street past midnight. I kissed her bloodied knees.
Little Prayer for a Snail
Ben Seanor
There’s so much advice
in the world, such as: if you’re feeling
very low, put on a suit