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August 14, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Learning Love Can Be a Creative Force

Alyssa Oursler

S and I were together nearly a year before the band really got back on the road. Their six-week tour started in Minneapolis.

August 10, 2022 | Nonfiction

For the Birds

Abby Manzella

We’ll leave your hair for the birds, she’d say, so they’ll build their nests to keep themselves and their babies protected.

July 27, 2022 | Nonfiction

The Stories We Tell

Kevin Lichty

What is my obligation in this moment? Is it to my body or to my daughter’s?

July 17, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Chanel, Marge Simpson & Me

Mieke Marple

I couldn't fully recall the Simpsons episode in which Marge buys a near-identical pink Chanel dress.

July 13, 2022 | Nonfiction

Through the Clinic, I Pass

Cassandra Whitaker

I was a glamour upon a glamour upon a glamour, a mouth devouring a mouth devouring a mouth.

July 7, 2022 | Nonfiction

Smells Like Envy

Sophie Bernik

Imagine being so famous and blonde that people love you so much they hate you again.

June 26, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

A Brief History of an Extinction

Amanda-Gaye Smith

I will feel like a bad country cover of a Kate Bush song.

June 19, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Love by Blackberry Wireless Device

Veena

> One of my favorite reading experiences was a book called "The Silent
> Woman" by the journalist Janet Malcolm; it was about the biographical
> treatments of Sylvia Plath and the impossibility of biography in general.

June 12, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

It was all so poetic, Ma, the way we loved.

H. K. Agustin

The stench of my high school ID lanyard hung around my neck like a noose for the rest of the school year, reminding me of my capacity for self-destruction.

June 9, 2022 | Nonfiction

The Case Against Sunsets

M.A. Boswell

Who could trust those colors? Smears of scarlet molting into pert lavender.

June 7, 2022 | Nonfiction

Love Bugs

Brianna Avenia-Tapper

Not long after the bugs started crawling out of my sink, the diamond on my engagement ring fell off.

June 6, 2022 | Nonfiction

Jim

Jason Hardung

If a middle-aged man sobs in a dark room and nobody is around to hear it, does anyone say, “It’s just a cat. Get over it?”

June 5, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

His Nonna's Ghost Destroyed Our Relationship

Kimberly Elkins

 

Ten years ago, I made a temporary move from New York to Cambridge, Massachusetts, for a research fellowship for my novel. Within a month, I met Gino, a tall lawyer with a pronounced Roman nose,

June 3, 2022 | Nonfiction

Every Bad Decision

Matt Chelf

My grandmother screamed when she saw me.

May 29, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

A Foil Grip: Lessons in Fencing & Other Indoor Sports

Lindsey Danis

As a baby dyke, I’d waded into sex and romance like a kid at a water park, slowly and then all at once. Now I was on the sidelines.

May 26, 2022 | Nonfiction

Cracks

Natalie Harris-Spencer

Half Brits, half Americans. Special Relationship Rule No. 1: Love thy neighbo(u)r.

May 22, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Masturbation is a type of isometric exercise

Lacey Verhalen

Two months in, we began to confide our secrets to each other. Her early brush with benzos. My peer-pressure-prone passivity.

May 19, 2022 | Nonfiction

Bordertown Escorts

Stacia Campbell

To our right, I feel the cool breath of a gaping canyon. It beckons, invisible behind the wall of fog, its voice the skid of tires on gravel.

May 15, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Drunk Love (Interlude)

Joanna Acevedo

I get too drunk on a Tuesday night and tell him I want to marry him. We’ve known each other for six years.

May 12, 2022 | Nonfiction

Beige + Blue

Liesel Hamilton

I’ve become a puddle on the floor everyone dances around, stares at, hoping to see something.

May 8, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Boy of Crows

Mila Rae Mancuso

I pledged to him two things: one, that I would hex the ones that hurt him, and two, that I would write him poetry.

May 6, 2022 | Nonfiction

from the archives: "When They Let Them Bleed" from Hobart 13

Tod Goldberg

When They Let Them Bleed: Ten Years After

It took me a long time to write “When They Let Them Bleed” – both in the practical sense, in that I recall writing it in very short bursts because it was

May 5, 2022 | Nonfiction

Remembrance

Emma Foley

They whispered wow wow wow wow in wind that might've just toppled them over; they whooped; they swapped interlocked arms for tightly-squeezed hands and back again.

May 1, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Intergalactic travel departing from berlin

Berglind Thrastardottir

i felt you were floating now with them, in a bubble in space, the bubble has a name, ecstasy, keta, speed, coke, that’s the name of the bubble.

April 24, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

A House of Water

Kelly Wei

Autumn was the season of fire. Boys and houses burned pure white holes into the night, and I self-immolated in every room but the little one I shared with you.

Recent Books

Dear Nico: the Diary of Elizabeth Ellen (Nov, 2018-Feb, 2020)

Elizabeth Ellen

 "It captures all the doubts, giddiness, confessional streaks, blabbiness, self-alarms, rationalizations, feigned equipoise, and instantly breakable resolves of a person freshly infatuated and likely in love."   -anonymous writer friend

Worsted

Garielle Lutz

“Lutz’s work is a marvel of the possibilities of language.  Each of her sentences is an intricately crafted thing, deeply complex yet crystalline in its clarity . . . her command of each and every word remains supreme.”     

  --Mira Braneck, The Paris Review Daily

 

Garielle Lutz is the author of The Complete Gary Lutz, among other books.

Her Lesser Work

Elizabeth Ellen

"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."

      -Walker Caplan, Literary Hub

"Her Lesser Work is full of power and it takes risks and it's alive and real and it fixes a very sharp eye on the shit humans do to each other and themselves."

      -Lindsay Lerman, LitReactor