Showing results for May, 2023
Opal, Opal
Marin Kosut
She started to ride by his Marigny shotgun until he came out and became her boyfriend. Her boyfriend, a chef who meets with narcotics anonymously, orchestrates impromptu dinners in the backyard of a liquor store.
Daddy Knapsack
@writers_life_tips
And then Greta. I found her crawling toward the lake, on fire.
Classified Insanity-Inducing Weapons: Gloria Naylor's '1996'
Katie Frank
“To be inside of someone's mind has to be the sexiest thing in the world.”
He Belonged in a Dystopian Movie
Kaci Neves
I was still pouting over hometown boy, and neck-deep in an article about foiled wallpaper when I got a Facebook message from Preston. Could we get together?
Fast Casual
Jillian Luft
He puts down his High Life. His pale hand drifts across the table toward mine
Jack Skelley on 'The Complete Fear Of Kathy Acker,' Breaking Rules, Disneyland, and BBLs
Andie Blaine
Bliss can flip into alienation and back into elation, adding to the teasing uncertainty of identity.
sports guy
Wiley Lawrence
I can’t remember the last time I tried to play tennis or any sport but I can tell you all the winners from this week’s tournament
JOHNNY-THE-ORDERLY & other stories
Jamie Iredell
When you peed in the cup, Herman was behind you, watching.
Girls on Dirty Sofas, Close Together
Adelaide Faith
‘Did you talk about capes,’ he said.
‘Yes,’ Mary said.
tethered to the other always
Alexander Fredman
But I don’t even know what a collective is. And I can’t remember if he had tattoos.
The sky is vampiric
Aimée Keeble
In the train carriage, we’re hot in our furs, brooding and half-drunk.
Society of Elliott Smiths
Teddy Engs
One weird Halloween everybody dressed up as Elliott Smith.
Exponentially Femme: Jenny Fran Davis on Dykette
Anna Dorn
like HFCA is kind of artless manipulation
it’s not subtle
Gulf Stream Kindness
Sam Berman
I was taking a new drug that was making it so I could talk to my car.
Morning Shift
Alyssa Gillon
We loved her but expected her to go on and on, weeping with her flowers and crown, reciting poems.
Self-cleaning car cleans self after nuclear blast
Ben Dreith
People keep saying that they can’t say anything but everyone is saying everything all the time.
Two Bikes, One City
Matthew Binder
Finally, Mr. Mackey, the chair of the school’s English Department, delivered a rambling panegyric about the school’s depth of talented writers. I left my seat in the bleachers to fetch a Dr. Pepper from the vending machine.
When My Mother Could No Longer Talk Me Off the Ledge
Catherine Davis
Like many who quit drinking, my mother became a proselytizer for sobriety.
three poems
Myles Zavelo
I was six years old.
He was a German Shepherd named Andy.
Do You See What I See?
Eve Zelickson
A life spent on your tiptoes, trying to fish the moon from the sky is, in fact, very good.
Two Halves of the Story
Edward M. Cohen
The other half was the memories of the end. The time Teddy had threatened to burn the only copy of my novel.
OPERATION WARP SPEED
Ben Jahn
crushes and snorts several thousand milligrams of sildenafil on a nsfw livestream and masturbates until his heart explodes
god won't let me die
Savannah Whitmer
They were a bull dyke in a bull dyke’s body, so God refusing to LET [THEM] DIE was more like, fuck.