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July 18, 2025 | Fiction

Dust

Katie Haley

Three hits and down I went. Into the floor. Puddled and leaking through the downstairs neighbor’s ceiling.

July 17, 2025 | Fiction

A Pile of Clothes

Greg Gerke

I feel too sorry, I’m too tired, and though I desperately want to change my life, I’m not in a position to, which is to say I’ve taken up the position of defending my nondefendable position. Position underneath position.

July 16, 2025 | Poetry Comics

Spectacular Spiritual Game

Uzodinma Okehi

Flung like emotions, tilting to night . . .

July 15, 2025 | Poetry

Fucking nothing

Katie Frank

Sex is the opposite of being a novelist, and I would rather live between them.

July 14, 2025 | Poetry

2 Poems

Nick Courtright

Being an artist is just another phase, / like a kid who eats the glue sticks

July 13, 2025 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

What I Learned About Love at an Orgy

Loren Kleinman

“We come here once a month,” the woman added. “To spice things up.”

July 11, 2025 | Poetry

In My Baddie Era

Mary St. Jean

Maybe next era I’ll get to experience love.

July 10, 2025 | Fiction

Painted Blue

Kitty Saint-Rémy

The air felt so heavy that it would suffocate all language.

July 9, 2025 | Poetry

3 Poems

Jey Ley

Stripper show / Hostess bar / Karaoke club

July 8, 2025 | Fiction

The Secret Admirer of Virginia Woolf

Helena Haitian Jiang

‘Eaten.’ He rectifies, his tongue flips out and recoils in saurian swiftness.

July 8, 2025 | Interview

Hattie Williams on Bitter Sweet

Anna Dorn

Fully, religiously, rigorously outline, and enjoy the surprises along the way.

July 7, 2025 |

Two Poems

Kassidy Curry

Pull your elastic around your wrist / and laugh like a grown woman.

July 6, 2025 | fucked up modern love essays

Spring Break

G Perata

I don’t want anything serious. But come to raves with me. Take drugs with me!

July 4, 2025 | Fiction

Read Sheet [DWJTM]

Ben Jahn

And by:

Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram account (@shortflightlongdrive). Come for the cougar stalking the line between avant-tasteful and not not ironic literary hot mom, stay for zooming in on the books in the background. Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram. I’m liking it for the captions.

July 3, 2025 | Poetry

Four Poems

Philip Traylen

But there’s no cup, no / kitchen. Just one mouldy / statue, dreaming of television.

July 3, 2025 | Fiction

Sham Life

Leo Lasdun

My surroundings, though I’d moved through them prolifically as a child, seemed then like an opaque screen placed there to conceal something from me

July 2, 2025 | Poetry

Two Poems

Elly Katz

Torn textbooks at Widener Library or seeping 
Inkwells those Cajal axons 

July 1, 2025 | Poetry

ALL-AMERICAN JESUS

Jan E. Mehmedović

out in the Everglades, no resurrection
just a rotting boy's corpse

July 1, 2025 | Poetry

Nine Poems

Jerome Kookan

the day i was born i was yellow and poisoned and anxious.
and they put me under a sunlamp and burned it out of me.