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November 17, 2025 | Fiction

2025-05-07, 2025-06-20

Josh Lovins

People come to you asking how to behave under certain conditions.

November 16, 2025 | fucked up modern love essays

My Seeing-Eye Husband

Itto Outini

In Morocco, a long time ago, I was orphaned.

November 14, 2025 | Fiction

Gun

Ginger Jones

As I wait for you, my eyes draw circles around other men.

November 13, 2025 | Poetry

perhaps in my next life: 2 poems

Kelsey Britt

the movement of our bodies had rubbed the edges of my right knee completely raw.

November 12, 2025 | Poetry

Two Poems

Steve Gergley

I was naked and felt like Elvis after six banana and butter sandwiches. It was a very dark time.

November 11, 2025 | Book Review

The Heart as Taboo: A Review of Ariana Reines's Wave of Blood

Annie Geng

I first read Wave of Blood in February. Then, I could feel the winter, but not its cold. What I felt instead was warmth: the warmth of knowing. The overwhelm, even, of knowing. The knowledge I had was

November 10, 2025 | Nonfiction

Gutter Punk Angel of Burnside

Keith Kopp

I rode four buses from the burbs to the streets of P Town. A kid who is as rebellious as his parents allowed him to be. I am filled with grunge and a hunger for falafel. A youth shaking with an indie

November 9, 2025 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Potty Mouth

Ava Bogle

As if he were some seasonal pollen that gets stuck up my nose and reminds me what time it is, every year at the beginning of spring it all flashes back and I’m right there again in that sticky

November 8, 2025 | Fiction

Fairy Tale Romance ​​  ~or~ ​   Virtue Rewarded

Daniel Galef

​I gave him two months of my fingernails and toenails in a purple mesh sachet that formerly held a bar of scented soap. He had never said anything about toenails, but it seemed like the sort of thing he would appreciate. And he did.

November 7, 2025 | Fiction

Portrait

Greg Gerke

Coming back to people after too many knuckled hours in books…and…it’s amazing to think I had two parents and they are now dead, in the shadow world, and maybe watching me continue to flail: look at bodies on the computer screen and eat too many tortilla chips.

November 7, 2025 | Fiction

Mike's Hard Lemonade

Leya ivanov

Trying to kill my boyfriend’s dog. Drinking Mike’s Hard Lemonade

November 6, 2025 | Poetry

Then, I escaped you: 2 poems

Piper S. McKeever

I want you to see this as romantic

November 5, 2025 | Fiction

Photophobia

Crystal Taylor

Monica invites you to her church while you’re jumping rope. You’ve never been, and she tells you they mostly eat donuts and play, and talk about the bible sometimes, but just a little. Since donuts

November 4, 2025 | Nonfiction

Punk Rock Appreciation Hour

Emma Reed Jones

The memories form a bridge, but the boards are loose. If I step in the wrong place, my ankle twists. I fall. And then everything comes crashing down.

Drew once wrote a poem about bridges. He gave

November 3, 2025 | Poetry

Seven Poems

Caleb Bouchard

A unneutered preteen breeze / loiters around the trees / this morning. 

November 2, 2025 | fucked up modern love essays

Date number: 2nd

Travis Christensen

- Her: 7 hours, 13 minutes

- Me: 24 minutes