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January 27, 2022 | Fiction

Weak Tea Scam

Joy Guo

Find your mark. As American as they come. Like this couple, standing a few feet to your left. Around your age, but taller, sturdier, sun-fed and muscular. Their smiles remind you of neatly racked milk bottles.  

January 24, 2022 | Poetry

Why Everything is Everything

Brian Simoneau

Why Everything Is Everything

          for my daughter

Because earth is spinning
     and spinning and circles
a yellow star. Because
     gases burning, flaring
above the poles we spin

January 23, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Letters From A Young Poet

a a khaliq

Dear Jane,

The TikTok girls are mad at you.

January 21, 2022 | Poetry

Three Poems

Liv Fleet


okay i’ll be doing my best to     explain myself, to     say i did the best i could with what i
had and you     did the same      my mom will be bringing home ice cream soon

January 20, 2022 | Fiction

Seven Million Minutes in Heaven

Rin Kelly

It was during the seventh experiment that I died, or I think I died—I mean, I must have died because if I hadn’t there surely would have been a lawsuit of some sort, and I’d know about it by now if I hadn’t died. Maybe I’d be filthy rich and wouldn’t have to keep signing up for these research studies and tests just to pay my bills. And to buy my pills.

January 19, 2022 | Fiction

Two Episodes in the Life of a Mental Health Professional

Harris Lahti

The man who used to be my husband wanted to hook up.  “Right here,” he said after parking our Nissan Sable in the road we used to live on and killing the headlights

January 19, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Carson Wolfe

Holistic Medicine

Hungover, I google How To: Self-Care.
A recipe for kale juice guarantees
wholesomeness. I buy a juicer, stain
the counter with spilt optimism.

Attend laughter yoga, trick

January 18, 2022 | Nonfiction

In the Desert

Emma Brewer

I stared at the other campers, who stared into the center, screaming through their disbelief at what they were screaming.

January 16, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

I Think You Have A Drug Problem

Barbara Genova

So I wanted to bang this exvangelical guy and it's about to get worse:

January 14, 2022 | Fiction

Horse Poor

Alexander Lumans

After last night, I’m no longer allowed at The Mint Bar. You could say it’s because I choked the owner’s daughter up against the wall next to the jukebox that only plays Cash songs—pushed her hard enough that a quarter fell from the coin slot—or you could say she deserved it.

January 14, 2022 | Interview

Stir It Up: Food and “The Other Ones” with Dave Housley

Hannah Grieco

Is it weird to call Dave Housley the “Uncle” of lit mags? He’s that guy, the writer/editor/generally amazing human that everyone in the literary world seems to know. Dave is one of the original

January 13, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

William Cullen Jr.

A Perfect Pitch

Throwing under-handed
his fastball started curving
over home plate
so I swung at the pitch
and bought the bat for my son
which was too heavy for him
in his first little league

January 13, 2022 | Nonfiction

The Itch

Laura Morris

We are a thousand couples. A million maybe.

January 12, 2022 | Fiction


Michael Snyder

I’m in accounting. Sally in the lab. Among her other duties, Sally is an odor judge. Her nose is rather ordinary to look at, what my grandma might have called a button nose. But Sally’s nose is legend.

January 11, 2022 | Nonfiction

Sad House

Matt Barrett

The man wearing a Ray Lewis jersey doesn’t know who Ray Lewis is.

January 11, 2022 | Poetry

Dream Vision of Frank O'Hara

Natalie Tombasco

Dream Vision of Frank O’Hara

    it is 4:40 and I’m drenched in moonstone, sequins, fishnets, and general getting-out
    of-bedness at the corner of 11th Avenue and 30th hoping for something

January 9, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

The Club

Melissa Wabnitz Pumayugra

We beat Brock Shamos every day. We beat him with jump ropes we stole from Mr. Randall’s P.E. class

January 7, 2022 | Poetry

Kiss Me Thru The Phone

Mary Beth Becker


trembling     string between two cans
     across town     fry-gravel longing compressed      voice-tightrope
transposed, delivered to you     I don't know how it happens-

January 5, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Casey Burchby


It’s hard to look back
when your neck is pressed
against a wall of ignorance and bliss

I don’t know my history
‘cause I didn’t see it happen

I guess it was
during the bathroom

January 4, 2022 | Nonfiction

New to Running

Eleanor Howell

We are always looking for something to cure us of the pain of being made of fallible meat.

January 3, 2022 | Fiction

Absent Goras

Avee Chaudhuri

The Chetrams were from Trinidad and listened to Bollywood music on the weekends. They were good, hardworking people. Their kids were polite. They were not Muslims as far as their neighbors could tell, since Chetram liked Miller Lite and the daughter wore high-waisted shorts in the summer. It was not polite to inquire.

January 3, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Susan Moon

Transpacific Passage through my Hungers

I wake up famished
after dreaming of my Halmuni.
Her sturdy hands spooning galbijjim
into wooden bowls. At first light, I Godzilla
Google maps for every

January 2, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

I no longer want to see Paris with men sixteen years older than me


The first time I went to Paris, I was seventeen and stayed with a man who was thirty-three, Sylvain.