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November 30, 2023 | Fiction


Franz Jørgen Neumann

She thought he was going to kill her this time, but that was one of the unspoken rules: no killing each other. Also: no kitchen knives, no purpose-built weapons of any kind. No screaming, either. Neighbors, the police—they wouldn’t understand.

November 29, 2023 | Fiction

A Nice Memory

Jane Liddle

My mother’s screams woke me up.

November 28, 2023 | Poetry

2 Poems

Nathaniel Duggan

I have come to teach you love / and the solitude that comes / with ultimate strength.

November 27, 2023 | Fiction

The Biggest Ball In the World

Robert McCready

In late July, in the mid-nineties, I begged Mom and her fiancé Paul to buy me a big ball at Roses department store.

November 26, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

I Love You, Showboat, and I Decline: Healing from Abuse in the Wild West

Amanda Bloom

Showboat said he'd like to take me out sometime. I asked why.

“Because I think you’re attractive, and so we can hang out somewhere other than the coffee trailer,” he said.

It was October, ten

November 24, 2023 | Fiction

Excerpt from NIAGARA FALLS, NY

Ric Royer

I'm sure a terrible something has occurred at every inhabitable coordinate. 

November 23, 2023 |


Chelsea Martin

I got my period the moment we got to the hotel. Getting my period wasn’t going to affect any of my plans, and was no big deal, really, aside from the fact that I refuse to pay attention to my body so am always completely surprised when my period comes. As such, I had brought no supplies to Miami with me.

November 22, 2023 | Fiction

luv letters

tori canning

in the middle of the night i will sit on your leg on a swivel chair, watching your favorite music videos, galvanizing our similarities. we transport ourselves into the future.

November 21, 2023 | Nonfiction

How I Stopped Loving Dave Eggers and Stole Your MFA

Elizabeth Ellen

One morning on McSweeney’s there was an announcement about a new literary festival in Philadelphia organized by Neal Pollack. It was going to be called the 215 Festival (named after the city’s area code) and would feature readings by Dave and Zadie and Matthew Klam and Neal, as well as other young, McSweeney’s type writers.

November 20, 2023 | Fiction


Maeve Barry

The first time I met Nate he asked if I masturbate.

November 20, 2023 | Poetry


Danielle Chelosky

I want to perform for you, pretend to be good enough for you.

November 19, 2023 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

4 Poems

Kathleen Radigan

Do we keep our husbands’ secrets,
or distribute them like sweets 
amongst ourselves?

November 16, 2023 | Nonfiction

Getting Oral

Emma Burger

I stand just a couple inches from the mirror in my grandma’s guest bathroom at her house in New Mexico, my breath fogging up the glass. As I brush my teeth, I give myself the once over and tug at the

November 15, 2023 | Fiction

The Dead Things Club

Michael Robert Liska

I borrowed my mother’s car and went to the mall a lot and stole things, which I then threw into the dumpster outside. One time I drank an entire bottle of Nyquil and almost died, but nobody noticed.

November 14, 2023 | Interview

You Aren't Canceled! Lexi Freiman on The Book of Ayn

Anna Dorn

Australian author Lexi Freiman’s second novel, The Book of Ayn, is the funniest book of the year. In it, a writer named Anna struggles to find meaning after being canceled for her “classist” book. To

November 13, 2023 | Poetry

Excerpt from I HAVE A GUN

Graham Irvin

but at no point 

does God say 

to a golden calf

“eat lead bitch”

November 12, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

2023, The Men All Make Pozole

Leslie Anne Mcilroy

For, indeed, posole shows you he can cook. He fancies an air of the quixotic.

He must be a feminist.

November 10, 2023 | Interview

FICTION ISN’T REAL: Elizabeth Ellen Interviews Dennis Cooper

Elizabeth Ellen

“He couldn’t decide if he wanted to draw David, fuck him, beat him up or fall in love with him.”

            -Dennis Cooper, Closer


When I first began earnestly wanting to be a writer,

November 10, 2023 | Fiction


Z.H. Gill

For two years I worked in the office of a famous Christian singer as he approached the end of his life.

November 9, 2023 | Poetry

5 Poems

Kate Cavanaugh

Listen: I promise you soft vowels forever
Hold fast to this butterfly mouth.

November 8, 2023 | Fiction

Screed Master

Anne Marie Wirth Cauchon

I didn’t like him at first. Seemed like a motherfucker. Girls-dripping-off-him-type, but rough. Scared me & pissed me off, how he looked me up & down. That force, that asshole face, eyes like daggers daring me to see what would happen if I didn’t.

November 7, 2023 | Poetry

3 Poems

Taylor Micks

I carried Roman water
like a trickster god, for miles

November 6, 2023 | Fiction

Went to Bookshop

Peppy Ooze

Then I read Journey’s first page.

November 5, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

This is a Not Love Letter: My Response to Unrequited Confessions

T.A. Morche

This isn’t the first time someone I considered a friend has confessed their love for me.

November 3, 2023 | Book Review

Booze, Bullshit & Buttfucking: A Review

Jay Velarde

Booze, Bullshit & Buttfucking is one of those books you can only describe with negative adjectives, despite your enjoyment of it. It’s quick and easy and invigorating in the way stimulants often

November 2, 2023 | Poetry


Brittany Adames

I think I’ve lost the practiced falseness of what it means
to be impossibly young. The fingernail moon
hangs over the welt on my goosepimpled thigh. Where
does the world go when not inside me?

November 1, 2023 | Poetry

3 Poems

Sophie Ewh

At Cici’s, I was a God.