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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

Coleman Bomar

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 4, 2023 | Fiction

Yet another person who doesn't give a shit about your existence

Jessica Almereyda

This act of attention lifts you momentarily out of your debilitating amiss-malaise. 

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 | Fiction

The Olfacteur

Eric Sacks

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

September 1, 2023 | Poetry

623 Freestyle

Marcus Scott Williams

Mai Knicker