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September 29, 2023 | Fiction


Daisy Alioto

Men are tyrants with their time; but women are tyrants with the eternal.

September 29, 2023 | Trip Reports

Sand Drifts

Mark Blickley

you might smell donkey and driver if the dung laced breeze blows up your nose as my body quivers with new found knowledge of time

September 28, 2023 | Fiction


Camille Sauers

I rotate my foot like a hot dog and I dare myself not to scratch. I let them land on collarbone skin, thighs, the sponge under my left eye. I’ve always been like this. I’ve always had small tits. You know what they call those.

September 27, 2023 | Poetry

Two Poems from 'Employment'

Gina Tron

i make prices 
i blend into aisles 
i am a bottle of stool softener 

September 26, 2023 | Nonfiction

Lectio Divina

Will Goodwin

Everyone worries about mind control.

September 25, 2023 | Fiction

Sitting House

Robert Nazar Arjoyan

Wafts of ancient loam and wet wood. He had viewed it all with sickening fascination, the swiftness with which something so solid could be torn asunder, cored completely.

September 25, 2023 | Fiction

The Branzino

Greta Schledorn

I’ve always wanted someone to tell me what I want, to sell me on a life I want to live.

September 24, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

Molly and I Always Went To the Fancy Taco Bell in East Waterbury Instead of the Shitty One Downtown

Cash Compson

The summer she was without anyone

and I had just left the other girl

in Jersey City,

Molly and I kissed at her house. We were adults

who lived with our parents. She seemed like

September 22, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

For Jodi

E.B. Griffin

He was too poor to erect an everlasting monument in her likeness, all he could afford were words.  

September 21, 2023 | Nonfiction

No Saint, No Martyr

Gabriel Hart

I’m trying to do this story to get Kim’s feelings out there, but there seems to be a lot of secrecy and rumors about her death as if people are ashamed of how she died instead of why she died…

September 20, 2023 | Poetry


Oak Morse

half-empty gel pens used to spawn spiked poems

September 19, 2023 | Fiction

Bombs Bursting In Air: From New York to the Crystal Coast with the Wartime Author

Derek Maine

Literature is happening all of the time, all around us, all at once.

September 18, 2023 | Poetry

3 Poems

wrath of persephone

i am built for harsh weather and dazzling violence

September 17, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

Waiting Through the Ones Who Came After You

Ella Schmidt

That was my youth: I developed a sickness, a ruinous crush on the man at the filling station

September 15, 2023 |

Three Poems

E.B. Griffin

Life bleeds thick, porous and holy

September 14, 2023 | Poetry

You have the ass of a fully grown cherub

Laughlin Cole

When a cherub grows up, he hates angels.

September 13, 2023 | Nonfiction

Rejecting Beauty Like Nico and Baudelaire

Vanessa Aricco

We chased the tail laid before us. Scratching and sniffing our way to pain. We took turns leaving consciousness for a few seconds.

September 12, 2023 | Fiction

Evel Knievels

md wheatley

I was driving down the freeway listening to Third Eye Blind way too loud

September 12, 2023 | Poetry

The Horoscope

Hayden Church

My friend asks if I believe in / gay marriage

September 11, 2023 | Nonfiction

As the World Echoes

Laine Derr

I was stationed in Osh, a forty minute flight south of the capital. I had

a decent sized apartment

September 10, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

You're Not in Love You're Just High

Lilly Grainger

1. A bottle of orange wine – half a packet of cigarettes.

2. You caught at the bar the space so crowded that people were practically caught under your armpits – grinning nervously, two pina coladas in hand.

3. A kitchen dance – or two.

4. Luther Vandross.

September 8, 2023 | Book Review

William Burroughs and Sheila Heti on a post-harcore band tour bus, Dante as tour manager, Italo Calvino the support band: A review of Geoff Rickly's debut novel Someone Who Isn't Me

Adelaide Faith

Part I of the book is titled Forest

September 8, 2023 | Fiction

Future Present

Brad Phillips

Bobby was going down, not on a woman or a man but fast and with extreme force into the frost covered asphalt of a Holiday Inn parking lot, five minutes from the Detroit airport.

September 7, 2023 | Poetry


Liana Mack

If I have to die, I want to die for love

September 6, 2023 | Fiction

The Redhead

S.H. Woodgeard

My father is talking fast, telling me how the redhead is waiting for him.

September 5, 2023 | Fiction


Katie Frank

Once her parents were reliably asleep she helped herself to a long hot shower, a respite which was what she imagined drugs must be like.

September 5, 2023 | Nonfiction


Reilly Tuesday

Gone, like T9 texting, is the once exciting novelty of being important, popular, scandalous

September 3, 2023 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Good Enough for Government Work: Becoming a Cam Girl

Brittany Micka-Foos

One night—which was, as it turned out, my last night camming

September 1, 2023 | Poetry

623 Freestyle

Marcus Scott Williams

Mai Knicker

September 1, 2023 | Fiction

The Olfacteur

Eric Sacks

“Must have been rich kids,” says Al. “A lot harder to make money staying anonymous.”