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June 19, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Love by Blackberry Wireless Device


> One of my favorite reading experiences was a book called "The Silent
> Woman" by the journalist Janet Malcolm; it was about the biographical
> treatments of Sylvia Plath and the impossibility of biography in general.

June 17, 2022 | Fiction

Everything Hurts and My Body Is On Fire

Sam Berman

She combs her hair: I love her. She throws up on a Thursday after drinking at a new club spot on a Wednesday night: I love and love and love her. She spills her coffee onto the floorspace between our desks and laughs, Black Cup Down: What can I do?

June 15, 2022 | Interview

Love and Other Chemical Stimulants: Rebecca van Laer interviewed by Kate Axelrod

Kate Axelrod

Hobart and HAD contributor Rebecca van Laer's debut novella How to Adjust to the Dark (Long Day Press, April 12) weaves together poetry, fiction, and criticism to follow the narrator Charlotte as she

June 14, 2022 | Fiction

America's Baby

Alex Juffer

“He just picked up a Nerf gun one day and shot his bottle right off the table from twenty yards out,” Dad would tell reporters, with a practiced shrug/grin combo that played well on television. “We knew he was something special then.”

June 14, 2022 |

Down on the Magic Valley

Brian Allen Carr

I started working on an essay about Fernando A. Flores’s Valleyesque in early May. Time got away from me—as time often does—and while I was working on the piece, the Uvalde school shooting

June 12, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

It was all so poetic, Ma, the way we loved.

H. K. Agustin

The stench of my high school ID lanyard hung around my neck like a noose for the rest of the school year, reminding me of my capacity for self-destruction.

June 11, 2022 |

A Eulogy for My Dad, Who is Still Alive

Marne Litfin

June 10, 2022 | Fiction


David Ryan

The parrot's flamboyant red and blue plume cocks, shivers. The family approaches.

June 9, 2022 | Nonfiction

The Case Against Sunsets

M.A. Boswell

Who could trust those colors? Smears of scarlet molting into pert lavender.

June 9, 2022 | Poetry

Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself

Julián Martinez

Fuck an infographic — where’s the paper?
Operation: Get Paper to hand out paper,
‘cause all my people needed was their papers.

June 8, 2022 | Interview

Maybe Then I'll Be Cured: An Interview with Graham Irvin

Crow Jonah Norlander

You might be reluctant to try liver mush. You might think it’s not for me. But you are at a party, and you’ve been cornered by a stranger, and there’s nobody else there you really want to talk to, and

June 7, 2022 | Poetry

Three Poems

Mollie Swayne

The Day I Drove to Dubuque (an Hour and Fifteen Minutes One-Way) to Find Out I Had $1.09 Left on a Books-A-Million Gift Card

poetry in real life is January in Iowa,
watching from my

June 7, 2022 | Nonfiction

Love Bugs

Brianna Avenia-Tapper

Not long after the bugs started crawling out of my sink, the diamond on my engagement ring fell off.

June 6, 2022 | Nonfiction


Jason Hardung

If a middle-aged man sobs in a dark room and nobody is around to hear it, does anyone say, “It’s just a cat. Get over it?”

June 6, 2022 | Fiction

The Swimsuit

Matthew Feasley

When I opened my eyes, I noticed something large there lying on the ground beneath a half-fallen tree.

June 5, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

His Nonna's Ghost Destroyed Our Relationship

Kimberly Elkins


Ten years ago, I made a temporary move from New York to Cambridge, Massachusetts, for a research fellowship for my novel. Within a month, I met Gino, a tall lawyer with a pronounced Roman nose,

June 3, 2022 | Nonfiction

Every Bad Decision

Matt Chelf

My grandmother screamed when she saw me.

June 3, 2022 | Fiction

I, Caravaggio

Eugenio Volpe

Regarding my best self, she’s referring to yours truly, the one who keeps Michelangelo and Caravaggio from canceling each other. 

June 2, 2022 | Fiction

2022 Night Out Manifestation

Amelia Anthony

We will have an easy drunken conversation I won’t remember.

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.