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August 8, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

How To Unclog Your Lover’s Toilet

Misha Scott

The whole first week after moving into his Brooklyn apartment – our apartment he keeps correcting me – I’m horribly constipated.

August 3, 2021 | Nonfiction

Anti Theseus

Ian Miller

I’ll dig a pit where it can roam, feed off the aporia of my lust, wash its hooves in semen, soak in pools of piss.

August 1, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

The Ball Dropped, Honey!

Darina Sikmashvili

Oh, absolutely a mistake to have given the wealthy Protein Bar Daddy my number.

July 25, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

From HI-fi to Spotify: A mixed tape for my daughter

Emily Franklin

Here’s the thing about choosing songs to give as gifts to people: it starts off being about them but really, it’s about you.

July 20, 2021 | Nonfiction

Everyone Eventually Leaves LA

Heidi Seaborn

When the Santa Anas whipped into town, everyone became a little crazier. They invited the wildfires as if to burn the witches amongst us. 

July 18, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

We Met At A Protest

Emily García

In early June of the never-ending 2020, I attended an anti-curfew, anti-police terror demonstration in my hometown of Oakland, California.

It was a warm evening as myself and a couple friends

July 16, 2021 | Nonfiction

7 reasons I have not gotten my IUD replaced

Grace Kearney

Junior year of college, he touched the scab on the crease of my mouth where concealer failed me. I get these in the winter too, he said, and then, I have a cream.

July 15, 2021 | Nonfiction

Dispatches from the Treehouse: Rooting for Oakland 

Joseph Horton

It’s all about the timing

 

It’s as simple and invasive as a chime on my phone. A banner news alert, which, for most people, involves elections and wars and natural disasters and celebrity

July 11, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

I Planned to Ask You to Prom

Cassidy Bull

Seventeen days since you spoke your last words to me. They repeat themselves in my mind, I never want to forget them.

July 9, 2021 | Nonfiction

Reimagining with Mexican Candy

Moisés R. Delgado

I am not a pinch, a spoonful, a half a cup of light rivering down into the stomach where, I should know, the heart truly resides.

July 8, 2021 | Nonfiction

A Fast Life

Jamie Alliotts

George Simmons used to sling crack on 42nd St.—why his uptown boys always called him The Midtown Turn. Now he’s 54—and everybody calls him Pop. He’s been running the streets for decades. “The streets

July 8, 2021 | Nonfiction

Reflections and Insults

Robert Lopez

I didn’t turn around because I wasn’t entirely sure my name was being called and even so there was no one I wanted to talk to on the street in the middle of this particular Tuesday.

July 6, 2021 | Nonfiction

Facing Charges

Ben Nickol

And yet, and yet, from the rear pew of my mind came a rude slurping as my straw probed the ice of a Pepsi.

July 4, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

My Boyfriend Who Lives in Canada

jen ly

We get back together, because of course we do. He is better, now. Therapy helps both of us.

July 2, 2021 | Nonfiction

None of This is Okay

Sara Heise Graybeal

Dan texted his wife before going on the ventilator. She shares most things on Facebook, and she has disclosed this last message, too.

June 25, 2021 | Nonfiction

When You Have a Traumatic Brain Injury, You Should Really ‘See Stars’

Susan Hatters Friedman

Tom Selleck, in his best reverse mortgage voice, volunteers to call your parents and break the news that their daughter almost died. Your mom is happy to hear from him since she always liked Magnum P.I.

June 23, 2021 | Nonfiction

Jayne St. Mansonfield

Adam Klein

 

She arrived at my apartment at 3 a.m. with a soft suitcase on her head, a handle positioned over one eye. I could see the netting in her matted blonde wig. Her broken eyeliner and stained lips

June 22, 2021 | Nonfiction

Where Is My Haka?

Janet Rodriguez

After we finish doing the dinner dishes together, Mario heads into the living room and picks up the remote control.

“Guess what?” he says, turning on the TV. “New Zealand is playing England in

June 20, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Sphere

Iva Moore

I saw into the face tattooed on his thigh and thought, I am not afraid.

June 13, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Every time I smell chlorine I think I’m in a brothel

Rupert Taylor

Going to work after you’ve been on an meth bender in a brothel is not a good idea,

June 9, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Sweet Things We Shared

Serena Alagappan

Sangria at a soup shop. Pieces of peach and apple in the wine. The skin of the fruits unpeeled in my mouth. Sangria even though it was winter, early evening, cold and already dark out. Goblet-sized,

June 8, 2021 | Nonfiction

Rape Feelings in Eight Phases

Amber L. Carpenter

It’s a Tuesday at 3 pm, which means it’s time for my therapist to remind me that I am a victim of a violent crime.

June 7, 2021 | Nonfiction

Two Shorts

Heather Domenicis

The house on Olean street stands as it once did, a formerly bright white house, the sidings been torn off, revealing dark greenish-black shingles. This house, the black sheep of the neighborhood.

June 6, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Sunshine & Triple Antibiotic

Tall Milk

My father locked his children up in a house for years for fear that they would die of pesticides from plants. More than that, we were locked in our rooms with a gate.

June 4, 2021 | Nonfiction

Wild Plotlines

Jane Halpert

There’s a story my father used to tell from his days as an ER resident. An old lady showed up for care, and when he asked her what had brought her in, she calmly raised a hand, showing him her palm. It was pierced straight through with a long darning needle.

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