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February 29, 2024 | Fiction

Matt and Marie get high, get back together

Will Mountain Cox

They all knew the drugs. But they hadn’t seen each other in years. The drugs were doing well. The drugs were doing fine. The drugs were good. The drugs were good to run into again. The drugs were taller, maybe? Or, stronger?

February 29, 2024 | Poetry

Thamar and Amnon

Wallace Barker

All of the bedroom was suffering / with his eyes full of wings.

February 28, 2024 | Fiction


Paul Thompson

Waitresses circled the room like vultures. Sometimes I dreamt of laying down on the hot sand, my spine fusing to it, nerves sizzling, going blind from the light, my chest cavity ripped open while they pecked around my ribs—the waitresses, I mean—for whatever they could salvage, whatever was still good.

February 27, 2024 | Nonfiction

I Like the Drugs (And the Drugs Like Me)

Chandler Morrison

I was ten when my mother first took me to a psychiatrist. He put me on Zoloft at her request. My relationship with pharmaceuticals is my longest running one to date. My normal.

February 26, 2024 | Fiction

A Unique Way With Animals

Jesse Hilson

So I guess I’m an animal then, aren’t I? Why? Why was I born?

February 25, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

Grammy Is Still Smoking

Trisha Kostis

I, and my vile habit represented a toxic threat both materially and existentially. It wasn’t only the danger of secondhand smoke, but the mere existence of smoking that they wished to shield from their cherub.

February 23, 2024 | Nonfiction


Frank Reardon

Chris snaps the seal of a Jack Daniels shooter and pops the brown sugar down his throat. Tommy pops Vicodin: Coronado eats a stick of dynamite and blasts his brain with meth, no judgement.

February 22, 2024 | Fiction

Her Special Place

Mather Schneider

She sits in the grass in her special place and she does her meditation. It is the place she has carved out for herself in the world. 

February 21, 2024 | Fiction

Betty Blue Eyes

Rohan Muthanna

Relentless torrents of rain poured down that whole night, gently lulling me to sleep.

February 21, 2024 | Nonfiction

The Mourning After

Tara Layne

I haven’t had a sip of water in days. I scan the colorful, exotic flowers that fill the twenty eighth floor apartment. The view overlooks the Hudson River in New York City, and the lazy, muddy water

February 20, 2024 | Fiction


Trevor Crown

I could hear the usual blues music booming from Ryan’s garage as I got off my bike in the driveway, sweating through my Smoothie King uniform. Ryan’s dad had started and quit three blues bands in the

February 19, 2024 | Fiction

Darling Monsters

wrath of persephone

So what if I can’t cook? I can clean a crime scene then let you hate-fuck me after.

February 18, 2024 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Sick Gal Seeks Rare Elk Sighting or Mate

Laura Adrienne Brady

Chronic illness already made dating hard. And then the pandemic arrived.

“I almost forgot—” my childhood friend interjected as we were wrapping up a phone call on a blustery September day. “I

February 16, 2024 | Fiction

dirty work

El Musgrave

I keep trying not to say, I think about you all the time, I want to come for you, and I hang up without saying it, and then I call you later from my bed and I end up saying it all anyway.

February 15, 2024 | Interview

Chaos Questions with Benjamin Drevlow

Sheldon Lee Compton

What I mean is I write auto-biographical fiction and as such I’m a habitual and unrepentant liar-liar-pants-on-fire sheep in wolf’s clothing.

February 15, 2024 | Poetry

5 Poems

Kai White

this Christmas

this Christmas i realized
i don’t have a family
i have familiar strangers
i can drink beers with
forget myself with
but not family

ever since I remembered
my mother tried to

February 13, 2024 | Fiction

Street Blues

R.A. Gallagher

Swallowing those pills at night was now like playing Russian roulette; the blues were, for the first time in many years, the leading cause of drug deaths in Scotland, overtaking even heroin.

February 12, 2024 | Nonfiction

What the Dead Know

Joanna Acevedo

Once, I thought I would forgive. Now, a year later, I’m still waiting for the feeling to appear

February 11, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

An Unmodern Love

Karen McKinney

No, I do not want any kind of modern love, with all its entitlements,

February 9, 2024 | Nonfiction

A Guide to Recognizing Your Pasties, or A Non-Alphabetical Glossary of Burlesque Pasties

Lauren Emily Whalen

Nipple covers.

Pasties come in every shape, size and color. They can be plain or blinged within an inch of their minuscule lives. They can have tassels attached. They go on one’s butt cheeks with

February 9, 2024 | Poetry

4 poems

filet o fish

i made my mom a swear jar 
and am using the money to buy filet o fish.

February 9, 2024 | Interview

Chaos Questions with Michael Lafontaine

Sheldon Lee Compton

Full facial tattoo or painlessly losing your lips. One has to happen. What is it going to be? What’s that facial tattoo going to be? How’re you going to face the world without those lips?

February 9, 2024 | Nonfiction

Who Say Men Don't Cry?

Paul Chuks

You asked Harrison who sat opposite you, if Mexico was a strong team and all he said was they might upset Argentina. He said this in reference to their game against Saudi-Arabia, you no see wetin them play against those Arab men the other day? Your hope dashed. You became a piece of meat doused with anxiety.

February 8, 2024 | Poetry

3 Poems of the Old Testament

Stephanie Yue Duhem

I have known / a hunger I would undo / my own good birth to sate

February 7, 2024 |

MOLLY: a F/NF hybrid

Elizabeth Ellen

The thing was, she was realizing, the polite thing was to hide oneself away from society, as a woman of a certain age, as women of a certain age did in the past – Garbo, most famously. Yes, she would hide herself away (Molly!)

February 7, 2024 | Fiction

Sitting Poolside in Outer Space

Joshua Vigil

Between long sucks of her Newport, Jessalyn told me she was still so angry at her best friend for missing her wedding that she’d mailed her a box of crickets.

Crickets? I said.

Dead crickets.

February 6, 2024 | Nonfiction

Oklahoma Bestiary

Rachele Salvini

What interested me about those stories didn’t really matter to you anyway.

February 5, 2024 | Interview

Rebecca K. Reilly on Greta & Valdin

Anna Dorn

Rebecca K. Reilly’s debut novel Greta & Valdin was a bestseller in her home country of New Zealand in 2021, and today it’s being released in the US and the UK. Pitched as Schitt’s Creek meets

February 4, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

Glitter and Glue

Sylvia Math

You can tell everything about what a man will be like in bed by how he writes.  He had rhythm.

February 2, 2024 | Poetry

Last Drink Effort

Anthony Gedell

There is an attitude in the liberated fetal detachment