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May 31, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Onna Solomon

After My Husband’s Hernia Surgery

His belly is rounded like
he’s just beginning to show

as if the healing
is its own being inside him.

I tie his shoes, kneel down
to find the

May 31, 2022 | Interview

Brad Listi talks psychedelics, quitting Twitter, and his novel, Be Brief and Tell Them Everything

Tao Lin

And at its core, it’s a book about candor and creation and intimacy and talking about things that often go unsaid.

May 30, 2022 | Fiction

Is not scar but is like scar

Shaun Pieter Clamp

She said she made boys fall in love with her. I said I was above her manipulations but I cried when she left. When she posted pictures with other guys I felt awful. I tried not to talk to her. Her messages came less and less until finally the feeling calloused.

May 30, 2022 | Poetry

meditation on glass of whiskey as singing bowl

Frank Carellini

i impart resonance on the amber zen
in a manifestation of waterford
and drink down the vacuity      to expedite
a numb tongue and thawing cheek     and the ringing     reaching

May 29, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

A Foil Grip: Lessons in Fencing & Other Indoor Sports

Lindsey Danis

As a baby dyke, I’d waded into sex and romance like a kid at a water park, slowly and then all at once. Now I was on the sidelines.

May 27, 2022 |

Dispatches from the Treehouse: Cakes and Cats 

Joseph Horton

He’s from Modesto, which is clear without him telling everyone in his row and ours that he’s from Modesto. “Takes me only an hour to get here…because let’s just say…I don’t always drive the speed limit,” he says...

May 27, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Natalie Marino

Twitter Prophecies

are sour wine.
You say don’t stop pap
smears after age 65.
Cervical cancer can
still happen at ninety.
I say paper boats
still sail the river Styx
home. The sky
is a

May 26, 2022 | Fiction


Tina Tocco

Let’s say you go to the beach.  And let’s say it’s on your own for the first time.  And let’s say you’re 13 and look 15.  Maybe 16.  And let’s say your mom doesn’t know you’re going alone, because Olivia was coming, but the little chickenshit went and told her mom, that stuck-up bitch from Scarsdale, who said why the hell does your father even bother paying for flute lessons? 

May 26, 2022 | Nonfiction


Natalie Harris-Spencer

Half Brits, half Americans. Special Relationship Rule No. 1: Love thy neighbo(u)r.

May 23, 2022 | Poetry

On Penguins in Brooklyn

Ashley D. Escobar

On Penguins in Brooklyn

the protagonist feels like
she’s never leaving,
stuck on a moving walkway
in the middle of cincinnati
international airport
in kentucky,
headphones dangling,

May 22, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Masturbation is a type of isometric exercise

Lacey Verhalen

Two months in, we began to confide our secrets to each other. Her early brush with benzos. My peer-pressure-prone passivity.

May 20, 2022 | Poetry


Suphil Lee Park


How heartbreaking to find irises tilting
to full bloom in one direction
as if waiting for someone to come
down their path are one symptom
of light’s partiality. A heart

May 19, 2022 | Nonfiction

Bordertown Escorts

Stacia Campbell

To our right, I feel the cool breath of a gaping canyon. It beckons, invisible behind the wall of fog, its voice the skid of tires on gravel.

May 18, 2022 | Poetry


Xiao Yue Shan


baked brick, dark bread,
breath sinking into a hot, grey bath when
caught in smoke between compartments
on the metro. pink lights from
the townhouse on rue de rushbrooke
blinking away

May 16, 2022 | Fiction

McDonald's Coffee

Al Jacobs

Once the coffee cooled I took a sip and said, Not bad for McDonald's coffee.

And he said, It really is a good cup of coffee. Wherever you go, you can always depend on McDonald's for a good cup of coffee.

And I thought, McDonald's coffee is trash.

May 16, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Rebecca Griswold

September Dream

An eternity, for the Asphodel, is a brief few
months. It’s been a decade, as the crow flies,

ten days on Venus, ten Venus days,
each, longer than a year.

When I’m without

May 15, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Drunk Love (Interlude)

Joanna Acevedo

I get too drunk on a Tuesday night and tell him I want to marry him. We’ve known each other for six years.

May 12, 2022 | Nonfiction

Beige + Blue

Liesel Hamilton

I’ve become a puddle on the floor everyone dances around, stares at, hoping to see something.

May 11, 2022 | Interview

Stir It Up: James Tate Hill talks about reliving the past, goat cheese, and his new memoir Blind Man's Bluff

Hannah Grieco

And if memoirs allow us to relive the past, novels give us a chance to change it.

May 10, 2022 | Poetry

I Want To Thank You

Emily Yin


for unbottling my aged Mandarin with each 晚安 / for cooking me these sardines / strewn on a
beach of rice, their eyes still intact / I want to thank you / for carrying that

May 9, 2022 | Fiction

We Were Once Combustible

Christine H. Chen

You roamed in like a chuckling bear into my house of beakers, graduated cylinders, round bottom flasks, you asked to borrow an Erlenmeyer, here you go, I said, thought you were just a clumsy animal, afraid you'd break something of mine, pushed you out of the lab and you came back bearing M&M's in a petri dish, half of them a mess of Blue No. 2

May 8, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Boy of Crows

Mila Rae Mancuso

I pledged to him two things: one, that I would hex the ones that hurt him, and two, that I would write him poetry.

May 7, 2022 |

Writer School Gremlin Takes Care

Marne Litfin

May 6, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Madalyn Whitaker

I’ll Always Make Love to the Mississippi.

We bruised
my knees on the bluff.

I’ve disappeared into the current
of loving nothing
but tainted water lapping against rotten fish
against a rocky

May 6, 2022 | Nonfiction

from the archives: "When They Let Them Bleed" from Hobart 13

Tod Goldberg

When They Let Them Bleed: Ten Years After

It took me a long time to write “When They Let Them Bleed” – both in the practical sense, in that I recall writing it in very short bursts because it was

May 5, 2022 | Nonfiction


Emma Foley

They whispered wow wow wow wow in wind that might've just toppled them over; they whooped; they swapped interlocked arms for tightly-squeezed hands and back again.

May 4, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Angelo Maneage

Stuffed cracks in ground with paper towels

I used to chew on blocks of wood
crying that the dentist has gone away from town.
My mouth would open wide
for sparkling birds and insects to enter

May 3, 2022 | Interview

Gender Roles in Narrative: Shannon McLeod and Elizabeth Ellen talk Ottessa Moshfegh, Mary Gaitskill & Shannon’s novella, Whimsy

Elizabeth Ellen

Whimsy is not as prominently scarred as she imagines herself to be, but this obsession with her face leads her to sabotage her relationships because her insecurity is so destructive.

May 3, 2022 | Poetry

2 Poems

Leisa Loan

“Timothée Chalamet and Lily-Rose Depp Make Out, Eat Fried Chicken”

They are busy galocher-ing on 2nd Avenue
I am on the sidewalk looking at the sky

They are stopping to wipe their mouths

May 1, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Intergalactic travel departing from berlin

Berglind Thrastardottir

i felt you were floating now with them, in a bubble in space, the bubble has a name, ecstasy, keta, speed, coke, that’s the name of the bubble.