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March 31, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

Walk on the Dead Side: A Hollywood Kid Waxes Smug on Dreamland

Brent L. Smith

Linsday Lohan smoking freely on the leather couch in the corner when she was supposed to be on house arrest at Chateau Marmont, and she came nightly, in fact, and always hugged us all at the end of the night, when she would leave to fuck our manager,

March 30, 2024 | Fiction

Winter Haven, Florida, 1984

Elizabeth Ellen

“You don’t want to be a lesbian,” she said. “Trust me. It’s a tough life.”

March 29, 2024 | Fiction

Some Happiness Is Still An Amount of Happiness

Brooke Segarra

I never see Russell differently, I always see him in the same light under the same sun. It’s been difficult lately, but we used to have so much fun. I wonder if he remembers the tequila shots and us

March 28, 2024 | Fiction

I spent the day thinking of Elias

Maxfield Francis Goldman

I could hear the cheering of the crowd, their silent plastic mouths were happy; I could taste the dirt kicked up by the elephants, smell the liquid butter sediment of cheap popcorn.

March 27, 2024 | Fiction

Tony Big Mouth

Steve Anwyll

Now is the time to pass down his knowledge before it’s lost in a jail cell, or beyond the reaches of death.

March 26, 2024 | Interview

Alexandra Tanner on her "Seinfeldian" novel Worry

Anna Dorn

            i think the other end of seinfeldian is like
            tiny things really sharply observed

March 26, 2024 | Fiction

Gluten-free Date Night

Meghan Proulx 

“Are you looking under Entrees?” I asked.

He whipped his menu around. “No, it's in the Nibbles section. See where it says C-section shrimp, amid a local microgreen slurry?”


March 25, 2024 | Poetry

2 Poems

Aurora Shimshak

I’m softest when I remember he was gone
from her too.

March 24, 2024 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Group Sex Eulogy

Mic Jones

Not all her parties were sex parties and she didn’t always call me her girlfriend, but we rode that late summer into an Autumn of mostly lesbian orgies. Sabine driving the car, everyone else an

March 22, 2024 | Nonfiction

So Long Sailing

Claudia Elena Rodriguez

Few are lucky enough to realize when their destiny is laid before them. I am one of the lucky few. Mine came when my parents suggested a cruise to the Mexican Riviera from Christmas to New Year’s Eve.

March 21, 2024 | Poetry

Two Eulogies

Hayden Church

I begin to write a eulogy for
a guy who doesn't exist.

March 20, 2024 | Fiction

Margot and Joey

Callie Zucker

Everyone knew that they weren’t supposed to blame Margot for Joey’s suicide, but they couldn’t help themselves. It’s human nature to place the blame, sort out cause and effect. See a bullet wound,

March 20, 2024 | Fiction

Let’s do this thing called life

Riley Quinn Scott

I’m my mother’s best friend. I fear she is my only friend. My mother and I live alone together in the San Fernando Valley. We used to own two cats, both male, but they pissed the bed, my bed, so I

March 19, 2024 | Nonfiction

In the Psych Ward Having Deleted the Best Thing I’ve Ever Written

Tiffany Wright

On the drive from our apartment to the emergency room, you take Fullerton through DePaul’s campus. The silence between us makes sense, but without even your usual pop punk to pad it, it feels

March 19, 2024 | Nonfiction

The Women

Justine Harrington

Lately, it seems like all the women I know are leaving their husbands for other women. I moved from the big city back to the small Southern town where I went to college, and they began to flock to me,

March 18, 2024 | Poetry

3 Poems

Amaya Hopkins

Summer of Veal

It was the summer of veal,
and I tried to reach for my rifle
but bullets melted like ice in heat.

Glaring, shine on my head.
Always seconds from passing out, 

March 17, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

Talking with Z Wasn’t Unpleasant


The final weekend of January I boarded a plane to Seattle to see, for the first time, a man I had met on a kink website. Or, as I had considered multiple times over the last two months during which we

March 15, 2024 | Poetry

Re: Ziggurats

Ezra K.G.

When i stopped remote viewing my wife / we stopped being married

March 14, 2024 | Nonfiction

My Nina

Tamara Dragadze

But she is always here, always too strong to evaporate into some kind of hereto after.

March 13, 2024 | Fiction

Cinderella in Flames

René Bennett

I feel like God with dyspepsia. My soul is vibrating at ultra-high frequency. I want to leave my body. I want to throw up.

There’s makeup running down my face with sweat, but it somehow feels apt.

March 12, 2024 | Poetry

Joan of Arc

Joshua Palm

Today I saw a goose stare down an suv and thought of you.
it got to the other side of the road and tore a few feathers out
following me from a table outside the coffee shop to my car.
I think it

March 12, 2024 | Interview

Chaos Questions with David Joy

Sheldon Lee Compton

I have no interest in living another 360 years. The folks I get along with have about died off and the world will be on fire by then. I’m blowing my brains out.

March 11, 2024 | Fiction

Little Boy Road

Sarah Fonseca

Josephine Aycock’s boy, Jeremiah, was due to start middle school that autumn. In the sun-soaked months spanning summer break, she found herself praying for the thirteen year-old more than usual. He

March 10, 2024 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Your Second Call

Vallie Lynn Watson

I should have called out, “Marry me,” followed by your name, in that quarter-second of dead air.
Nothing too prosaic, nothing too provocative, just four beats, a stunted swirl of “M”s and “R”s.

March 7, 2024 | Poetry

4 poems

gg roland

there is breathing
which is automatic
and there is loving you
and one is easier

March 6, 2024 | Poetry

Excerpts from X: previously posted on Twitter . . .


Can't spoil what's ahead but suffice to say I may attempt to falsely accuse a fellow indie writer of war crimes in a psychotic bid for even more attention

March 5, 2024 | Fiction

Percocet Helps

David Simmons

Crush ten pills into a fine powder, then stir thoroughly in a glass of warm water. Put the glass in the freezer and let sit for twenty minutes. At this point, the mixture will have separated.

March 5, 2024 | Interview

Chaos Questions with Leah Hampton

Sheldon Lee Compton

SHELDON LEE COMPTON: The aliens actually showed up. They only communicate through images and demand you show them one overall image that explains our civilization. You have five minutes to Google Image search. What do you type into the search bar?

LEAH HAMPTON: “Image of Donald Trump shitting on an endangered butterfly”

March 4, 2024 | Poetry

3 Poems

Cletus Crow

The homing pigeon / of misery / is my baby mama's / text message.

March 3, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

I Appreciate the Company

Jade Mar

Eventually, the coke got to his head. He started becoming extremely paranoid. I was on a trip.