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February 25, 2022 | Poetry

Question for the Rio Grande

Saúl Hernández

Do you remember the names of everyone you swallow

February 23, 2022 | Poetry

Three Poems

Rebecca Hawkes

One of your axolotls has eaten the other
and every week you clean its twenty-litre tank
of cannibal excrement.

February 22, 2022 |

What Men Want

Sandra Jensen

Here’s the plan: we’ll become high-class prostitutes. “Courtesans,” I say, “like ancient Greece.”

February 21, 2022 | Poetry

End of an Empire

Nikki Blazek

i look like eurotrash
in your red sweatshirt
and blue sweat shorts but

February 20, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays


Edward M. Cohen

Jay arrived once a week, every week, for sex. He was a dental student, worked  Wednesdays at a clinic near my house so it was easy for him to call to see if I was free. I made sure that I was. He

February 18, 2022 | Poetry

A Drawing of My First Tattoo

Mercury-Marvin Sunderland

tree tree tree tree calvin calv hobbes

February 18, 2022 | Fiction

from the archives: "Navigators" from Hobart 12

Mike Meginnis

with an introduction from Matt Bell

February 17, 2022 | Nonfiction

Johnny’s Knives

Mia D’Avanza

I know that I should be sad, or at least look sad, or somber, as I go through the things in Johnny’s room.

February 16, 2022 | Poetry

Do Not Ask God For The Way To Heaven; He Will Show You The Hardest One

David Wojciechowski

A man was arrested for creating a labyrinth in an IKEA.

February 16, 2022 | Interview

Stir It Up: DeMisty Bellinger talks recipes, snacks, and her two new books

Hannah Grieco

DeMisty Bellinger is the rarest of writers: the poet-novelist. She edits poetry at Malarkey Books and Porcupine Literary, but she’s also known for her incredible prose. (Despite what you read later in

February 14, 2022 | Poetry

Red Aphrodite

Andie Sheridan

doesn’t know how to give a PROPER blowjob
The spittle
of the sea
                        otherwise known as Jamaica Pond
dries hard on her eros:erring:elbow still deeper
in her

February 13, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Remember to Get That Baby

Elizabeth Koster

At three months shy of 36—one year past my baby deadline—I was nowhere near finding someone lasting

February 11, 2022 |


Daisy Alioto

I don’t respond and two hours later he sends a photo of the dog.

February 11, 2022 | Nonfiction

In the Thicket

Anne P. Beatty

Wary, ever vigilant, we peered into the berries for the blind white cursor blinking in an ecstasy of juice, carving invisible holes from the inside out.

February 10, 2022 | Poetry

God as Nero

Megan Waring

there was no fiddle, but let’s say there was.

February 10, 2022 |


Daisy Alioto

Alice sighs in the way only British people can sigh. Maybe it’s all the rain they have inhaled.

February 9, 2022 |


Daisy Alioto

We went back and forth, hyping each other up, talking about the best summer of our lives and how we would never be this young again and if we pet an alpaca everyone would be jealous.

February 8, 2022 |


Daisy Alioto

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

February 8, 2022 | Nonfiction

Lake Michigan

Anna Adami

Wind, always strongest by water, whistles and whooshes, knocks a girl off her feet.

February 7, 2022 |


Daisy Alioto

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

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.


February 4, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Tom Snarsky

Most planets are probably so
much quieter than ours.

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.

February 2, 2022 | Poetry

horse girl

Andrew Ketcham

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

January 31, 2022 | Fiction

She Could

Anu Kandikuppa

She could eat. She could get a little plump, not so plump that he wouldn’t like it, but plumper than before she knew him, when she had to stay thin and dainty so she could get married and become plump, though no more than he liked.

January 31, 2022 | Poetry

Tracey, what am I meant to do with all this shit?

Zoë Ranson

Tracey, what am I meant to do with all this shit?

Party snacks
platters of them
orange and puffed up
Moloko rasping from a corner

          there’s an awareness of space, of bug spray


January 30, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Sex Is Like Porn In Real Life

Sommer Browning

You know what’s sad? When no one releases your sex tape.

January 28, 2022 | Nonfiction

I Love Claire Vaye Watkins But If Two Female Writers Each Choose Darkness Are They Enemies or Friends or Something Other: a review, a love story, a confessional

Elizabeth Ellen

And then there is the question of motherhood. And how it does or doesn’t fit into the feminist narrative, into our ideas of ourselves as liberated women.

January 28, 2022 | Poetry

Girls with blue hands

Sophie Jennis

Girls with blue hands

in the woods
Naked snow
Cold, bare thighs
keep the snow white.
Tie around a tree
Hide your ruby
ring in the dirt
Rub your hair
against the

January 28, 2022 | Fiction

Smiley in the Bullrushes

James Lineberger

If we accept the conventional ATF line, bootleggers are scoundrels of the worst sort, caring only for the almighty dollar, men who will poison you with hootch run through junk radiators and contaminated with everything from antifreeze to dead rats.