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October 25, 2021 | Nonfiction

Rewatching The Office To Keep My Dead Ex-Boyfriend Alive

Shannon J. Curtin

The last time I dream of him, my dead ex-boyfriend asks me to stop bringing him back.

Usually, when I dreamt him alive, he didn’t speak. I’d sit next to him while he sorted mail. I’d watch him turn

October 24, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Choosing a Wedding Gift for the Only Person You Ever Loved

Dillon Fernando

When I mention this flash of sexual fluidity to people, it bothers them.

October 21, 2021 | Nonfiction

Midsummer in the Spirit Realm

Dave Fromm

Felt, for a minute, like some façade had slipped, like a glitch in the matrix. Is this in fact the car we came in? Are we who we think we are?

October 19, 2021 | Nonfiction

Reality Is Not Enough

Rebecca Mlinek

I checked the rest of the house, but everyone was asleep. I had a brief moment of nothingness, of emptiness, and then terror bloomed.

October 14, 2021 | Nonfiction

Crying at the Russian Ballet

Benjamin Davis

The curtains opened, the ballerinas emerged, toes became violins, hands, trumpets, backs, cellos.

 

October 3, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Normal Girls Who Aren’t Afraid of Crackers

Meg Thompson

“Maybe your ears are broken,” my husband mused to me one night at dinner.

I was wearing headphones, eyes trained to study my plate, the sight of chewing as triggering as the audible noises. 

September 29, 2021 | Nonfiction

My Roommate from Eleven North

Barrie Miskin

They liked to brag. Who had the highest dose of anti-psychotic medication? Who had gone the furthest off the rails during a manic episode? And they loved to boast about their suicide attempts. Whose was the most gruesome?

September 29, 2021 | Nonfiction

Unity Trash

Kate McLean

When Tony died, I stopped recycling. The kind of power play that was both meaningful and meaningless.

September 26, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Prison Killed My Libido

Sheryl Anderson as-told-to Christine Fadden

I don’t write “I have the libido of a sloth” in my online dating profile. I don’t use my real surname now either.

September 19, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

This isn’t a story about being in a wheelchair

Lane Chasek

The only reason I’ve seen Space Jam: A New Legacy so much recently is because I wanted to avoid talking to my wife.

September 17, 2021 | Nonfiction

No News

SJ Han

A ferry will capsize with 476 people on board.

September 13, 2021 | Nonfiction

Eating Oaks

Jim Krosschell

Spring was months away; I could pretend peril didn’t exist.

September 12, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Looking For Love At A Celibate Barbecue

Joe Leonard

“And then after I came out to my wife, she stumbled across People Can Change,” said the man from Fresno.

September 6, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Reward; When Things Repeat

Sean Thomas Dougherty

Don’t they let you? Don’t they ever let you lay down your head?

September 5, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

The Myth of Healing

Barrie Miskin

n the car, on the way to the hospital, I put my head in my lap and my hands over my ears, willing the city to disappear.

August 29, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Making you come is like holding a firework: the Marital Benefits of Sexting

Shelby Hinte

Marriage is often thought of as having little to do with eroticism.1

I met my husband while bartending in Oakland. He applied to be the new chef. Tattooed knuckles. Chubby cheeks. Full beard.

August 26, 2021 | Nonfiction

Shore

Rebecca Entel

That summer held the moment, in real time and in my memory for several years, of something he said that I didn’t hear.

August 24, 2021 | Nonfiction

Ten Years Have Passed in Ninety Days

Madison L. Sargeant

The mushrooms I bought yesterday are moldy; the lines around my mouth have deepened. Tomorrow I am a mother for the first time.

August 22, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

A Brief History of Loving

Tania Pabón Acosta

In his hospital room, he handed over his phone and I called his family.

August 19, 2021 | Nonfiction

Just Killing Time

Kat Saunders

We’ve sat in pot smoke-filled basements, watching boys play video games, and I’ve sipped wine with my parents on special occasions, but neither of us have been to an actual party before.

August 16, 2021 | Nonfiction

Vivian Maier

Katie Burke

We long to see the world from her point of view, the worker. But do not ever long to be the worker.

August 15, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

My Chinese Mother Snagged My Husband of 40 Years

Yvonne Liu

My mother had been on a rampage to find me a husband since I started college.

August 13, 2021 | Nonfiction

On Agency

Quinn Kelley

I’m good at getting fucked up. I’m good at having fun. Go go go. I’m best at forgetting.

August 11, 2021 | Nonfiction

A Fun Game for the Whole Family

Eric Dovigi

If a ghost is the impression you leave after you, then the divot you leave in your old bed is a ghost. 

August 9, 2021 | Nonfiction

Playing Her Song

Andrew Stancek

Gratitude is not the response she expected. She smiled through thin lips, missing the hoped-for fight.

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

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