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July 31, 2023 | Poetry


Jaime Barash

as all my lovers
fly out of my chest

July 30, 2023 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

My Brief, Disastrous Attempt at Polyamory

Audrey W.

We started as open, NOT poly. This was a very important distinction to us, despite not having a working definition of either types of relationships. It was, we both agreed, substantially less cringe

July 28, 2023 | Interview

“A magpie for weird”: Jessie Gaynor on her debut novel The Glow

Anna Dorn

Definitely one poet holdover is just being a magpie for weird

July 27, 2023 | Poetry

5 Poems

Devin McNerney

I do this because I need a hobby. Because hobbies are things you do when nobody loves you. I watch movies too.

July 26, 2023 | Poetry


Willow Loveday Little

Mysterious beauty spot the farra on cheek.

July 25, 2023 | Poetry

5 Poems

Simone Menard-Irvine

You’ve heard of flightless fish that get flung out of
the water for wanting something special

July 24, 2023 | Poetry


Gabrielle Griot

Iron isn’t gold, but who cares? Pass me the luster, 
the hammered brass & the Perspex glitter.

July 23, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays


Mike Day

By March of 2016, my cousin Josh and I were practically flat broke. We’d been having an incestuous and adulterous affair, one that elevated his title to “cuzband” (he hated that term). Four years

July 21, 2023 | Sports

Duchess, 2003

Stephan Crown-Weber

There was a week when my grandma was gone, I had the whole place to myself, was drinking the regular Coca Cola classic and the half sized baby Coca Cola and brought the Abercrombie pictures out in the open on the second floor. I meditated.

July 20, 2023 | Nonfiction

Phantom Baby, Motherless Daughter

Emma Burger

Sometimes I think I won’t understand what it is that I’ve lost until I write a book about it.

July 19, 2023 | Fiction

American Made

Anthony Gedell

The great neon calamity of his own life exhausts him.


July 19, 2023 | Fiction

Fat Girls

Shannon Waite

I’m not fat exactly, not fat like an orangutan or avocado, but I’m also not thin. Not thin  like those women on commercials, with bodies like Coke bottles – all dipped and smooth, tastin’  somethin’ like cherry. I’m lumpy like expired cottage cheese.

July 18, 2023 | Interview

Nan Goldin, Depeche Mode, Academic Integrity & Moral Goodness: EE interviews Nazli Koca 

Elizabeth Ellen

I’m interested in these conversations more than anything else, moments in which we care for and about each other in a world that says nothing’s more important than self-care after a productive day at work, where we’re constantly pit against each other, forced to compete with our peers to earn and preserve the right to exist.

July 18, 2023 | Book Review

Book Review of Nazlı Koca’s The Applicant

John Gu

She wanders a Sisyphean circuit around Berlin: to meetings with immigration lawyers, uninspiring parties, lame poetry readings.

July 17, 2023 | Fiction

Parking Lots

Seth Gannon

The currency of self-loathing is everything you’ve ever said.

July 16, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays


Lindsay Forbes Brown

One night I was so drunk, I couldn’t feel my face.

July 14, 2023 |

No More We

Sean Kilpatrick

her lips run right off her head

she wets the bed in stereo

July 14, 2023 | Fiction

Taste of Cherry

Joshua Vigil

Did you know emus have two sets of eyelids? One for blinking, one for dust.

July 13, 2023 | Fiction

I Wanted To Be The Dog

Nicole Sellew

Everything’s fuzzing in every direction, the flowers and the water and the stars, and the pizza is impossibly good.

July 12, 2023 | Fiction

No Such Thing As Florida

Franklin Schneider

Everything would be fine, sort of, if she could close this deal.

July 11, 2023 | Interview

Ruth Madievsky on her "vibe-based" novel All-Night Pharmacy

Anna Dorn

Ruth Madievsky’s debut novel All-Night Pharmacy has everything I want from a book: a toxic sister relationship, countless nights at a seedy LA nightclub, and an unexpected sapphic romance. After her

July 10, 2023 | Fiction

Among the Visigoths

David Nutt

There is a strength of purpose, I suppose, a fortitude and integrity, in simply admitting yourself to be a malevolent presence skulking the dingy alleyways of your own life.

July 9, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

Bitters and Soda with Lemon

Ellie Lynch

I was drinking bitters and soda with lemon, my new signature drink. It has .03% alcohol, less than a bottle of kombucha.

July 7, 2023 | Poetry

Imagine You Were So Angry

Kat Kitay

It would clog up the bag and you would throw the whole thing into the sea

July 6, 2023 | Poetry

Poems from Estranged

Elizabeth Ellen

There’s no amount of $$$ you could offer me
            To shut my mouth

July 6, 2023 | Fiction


Ramou Sarr

Most of the conversations were boring. Too many back and forths with men she either found only mild to medium attractive or so peculiarly hot that they must be bots. Too many men relating her skin color to some sort of food item.

July 5, 2023 | Fiction

Train Station, Car Ride

Jake McCabe

He produces a handgun from under the seat, displays it, points it up toward the sunroof.

July 4, 2023 | Nonfiction

Pete Davidson: A Love Story

Barrie Miskin

I couldn't look in the mirror because I didn't recognize myself and I was terrified. Not a metaphor for becoming a new mom - I actually could not recognize myself because I had a brand new rare and severe psychiatric condition called depersonalization derealization disorder where recognizing yourself in the mirror is no longer an option.

July 4, 2023 | Fiction

Filial, your father said

Cameron Darc

Right away we shared amphetamines. He fed them to me to keep me awake.

July 3, 2023 | Nonfiction

The Peyote Warrior of Window Rock

Scott Laudati

You have to keep in mind this is a true story, and the events I’m about to describe took place before 2006 in a desert land which I’ve never been able to find again on any map. And years later, when I