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April 12, 2022 | Poetry

Balk/Change Up/Intentional Walk/Rehab Assignment/The Off Day

John Walser

Just that instant
when thinking becomes
too much

April 11, 2022 | Fiction

In the Books

Travis Price

Two things are clear to Ava: It’s time to end things with Nico, and Thad Worley might not make it out of the first inning.

He’s next to her in the left field bleachers chewing on a hang nail and

April 10, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

The Sitcom Actor (Who Really, Really Cares)

Sophia Jennings

Almost every day, the sitcom actor goes on Instagram to tell his five million followers what he knows about race, class, and - more often than not, women.

April 6, 2022 | Poetry

Nostalgia Sells

Chris Pellizzari


Drive-in movie theater, Merrillville, Indiana, 1989

Field of Dreams on a screen bigger than every building in Merrillville,  

my brother and I eating chocolate sundaes from mini Dairy Queen

April 5, 2022 | Fiction

The Bat

Emily Ziffer

The bat was a gift from her father. It was a souvenir bat, one-of-a-kind. “This bat,” said her father, “is more than just a bat. It is a special bat, a valuable bat. It is not to be used. It is not to

April 3, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Posing Naked and the Art of Separation

Elena Lee Anderson

1. There is a protective radius of ten feet on all sides of me.
2. I only know the name of one person in this room.
3. My body hair was groomed solely for this moment.



April 2, 2022 |

Writer School Gremlin Gets Homesick

Marne Litfin

When I'm in Philly, I miss my desk... But when I'm in Ann Arbor, I miss our bed.

April 1, 2022 | Poetry

2 Poems

Devin Kelly

In Praise of Hands

I miss hands. I miss their flimsy, awkward quality –

the way one looks when offered while still searching

for a reason. I miss being young, lining up after the

March 31, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Katelin Kelly

"[ / ]" and "[ / / ]"

March 30, 2022 | Nonfiction

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.

March 30, 2022 | Interview

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 –

March 27, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay


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.”

March 25, 2022 | Poetry


Ian U Lockaby

In the middle of
the street is everyone
you know.

March 24, 2022 | Nonfiction

Queer Time, Sand Too

Aislin Neufeldt

Maybe you didn’t recognize me, me with longer hair, growing tits, a new name.

March 22, 2022 | Fiction

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.

March 21, 2022 | Poetry

In a New York Summer

David Ehmcke

Two men smoking cigarettes on Bleecker could mean anything
to each other.

March 20, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

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

March 18, 2022 | Nonfiction

The Grandmas

Chelsie Bryant

When you died in March, five months before I bought my first plant, I learned what sobbing is.

March 17, 2022 | Poetry

I Laugh at My Great-Grandmother’s Funeral

Josephine Wu

All the time I don’t know what I’ve lost. 

March 14, 2022 | Fiction

Same Difference

Clare Fisher

She opens her mouth to speak, then shuts it, starts to laugh. ‘I guess we're both freaks.’

March 13, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

The Case For Queerplatonic Love

Tenacity Plys


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

March 11, 2022 | Poetry

Josephine, or Alter Ego

Joseph O. Legaspi

Is this how a woman
Disappears, water-tap and soil

March 9, 2022 | Poetry

The Stay of Grief

Elizabeth Crowell

There is one boat out every day.
We are never packed in time to take it.

March 9, 2022 | Fiction

The Red Bird

Michael McSweeney

My six-year-old son stretches his arms to their limit as he describes his latest nightmare.

March 7, 2022 | Poetry

Outside the VIP Room of Club Private Grief

Nick Martino

She flips a stool on the bar like a lamb

March 6, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

—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.

March 4, 2022 | Poetry

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

February 28, 2022 | Poetry

Jen Frantz

Jen Frantz

I made a call
and I lived. 
It was the longest
life of my life.

February 27, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Baggage Claim

Mason Parker

2 is the grade I was in when I thought I loved Lucy. 2 is the number of times Lucy was arrested for meth in a single day. 2 is the number of Xanies she must have taken the night she showed up to my welcome home party, because she was fucking sloppy.

February 25, 2022 | Interview

We Are All Just Above Ground Pools: Elizabeth Ellen Interviews Sean Thor Conroe

Elizabeth Ellen

I think Westerners, and Americans especially, struggle with “autofiction” since their conceptions of self are so fixed.