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February 21, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

On a Layover in Brooklyn

Silas Jones

He had a Camel Blue, a glass of sweet white wine, just like last time. It’s about 20 degrees cooler than it was then. I think I am wearing the same outfit; shitty, baggy, innocuous jeans.

February 18, 2021 | Nonfiction

ode to the state that raised me, or: when people ask where I’m from and I tell them Jersey and they say oh I’m sorry and think it’s funny, I want to punch them in the throat

Laura Winberry

As a pack, my Korean-Italian-American cousins and I were little foul-mouthed figurines made of compressed carbon and steam. On their own, they knew how to stand.

February 11, 2021 | Nonfiction

Say It With Your Chest

Kara Knickerbocker

When I get home, back to this one bedroom I’ve bled, cried, and danced in, I Google what it means if you see a dead bird. I’m not superstitious, but I’ve seen at least five on my walk this evening.

February 10, 2021 | Nonfiction

Ambivalence

Emily Lake Hansen

Your greatest fear in life: to wind up like your mother. And yet, here you are, 34 and suddenly bisexual.

February 7, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

My Terrible Purpose

Unity

 Where was my pimp? My boss? My daddy? I wanted a man from a Lana Del Rey song. 

February 4, 2021 | Nonfiction

Selections on Easter Pterodactyls

Josh Zimmerer

The term pterodactyl has fallen out of favor because it lacks specificity. Most fossil remains are discovered fractured, less than whole. At a certain point, all things begin to look the same if you take enough of their composition away.

January 31, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

KID

Kyra Baldwin

I was nineteen, still felt like a kid, and Tom seemed to like me. 

January 24, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

You Believe

Griffin McPartland

January 18, 2021 | Nonfiction

A Brief History of a Room

Ahmad Adedimeji Amobi

I packed into this room during my second year's semester break of university. For all the years before, I slept with my mother upstairs. Our building is a three-story building built with rocks and

January 11, 2021 | Nonfiction

272-DATE

Sarah Sweeney

Before the landline was obsolete, Nathan and I lived for late night 272-DATE commercials, our city’s own hotline of lust. You had to be 18 or older to call and of course we weren’t, yet I knew to make

January 10, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Without A Happy Ending

Sara Tabin

The diary didn’t have many entries, but it revealed how lonely Sarah had felt.

January 6, 2021 | Nonfiction

The First Execution

Scott Laudati

For a few years, before Carl’s dad won a scratch-off ticket and no one ever saw him again, I called Carl my best friend.

January 5, 2021 | Nonfiction

Spark Hunter: Secret Life of a Matchmaker

Anuja Varghese

Hey girl, heard you’re on the job hunt—and the place I work is hiring! It’s a bit weird, but… Do you want to be a matchmaker? 

January 4, 2021 | Nonfiction

Club Tabu

Jillian Luft

We lost my dad somewhere under the blacklights of Club Tabu.

January 3, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

A List of Good Enough Things

Shreya Vikram

My happiest memories all involve an intense desire to be strangled. 

January 1, 2021 | Nonfiction

Verdugo

Mackenzie Moore

I do not want to talk about how I need to drink more water. The Doctor in Her Eighth Year of Practice has already told me, in so many words, that the life I save might be my own.

December 30, 2020 | Nonfiction

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emilie kneifel

after fiona apple

i've waited many years— i didn’t know i was waiting— my myself waited til no one was looking, and it ran, and it ran and— 

all my selves run from me. when i look up they’re

December 29, 2020 | Nonfiction

Hug Your Mad

Sarah Fawn Montgomery

Mama says mad freezes your face, so little girls with feelings be careful. Anger shows ugly over time, lines between your brows or pulling down the corners of your mouth. Girls should smile, say

December 28, 2020 | Nonfiction

Hockenheimring

Sam Farahmand

On Sunday morning, at eight central in middle Tennessee, I watch the Grand Prix. This season is the 70th anniversary of the FIA Formula One World Championship, which feels like enough of a reason to

December 22, 2020 | Nonfiction

On Transatlantic Shame 

I.S. Jones

1955

Nothing is earned unless something is lost. You lost your father in a car accident, as mommy explained. You are less than a year old and don’t have language for anything, much less grief. The

December 20, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

The Van Man

Elizabeth Morgan

When Michael left for the West, I experienced what in Portuguese is known as saudade, an intense nostalgia for a person.

December 16, 2020 | Nonfiction

Grip

Connor Goodwin

The first time I went rock climbing, I lasted 30 minutes.

December 13, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

Bodrum

C. R. Resetarits

I smile now, waiting, always waiting, for you to reappear and remember me ...

December 10, 2020 | Nonfiction

Most Accurate, Most Deadly

Hannah Seidlitz

I once let the person I loved prick my ribcage with a needle a thousand times so I wouldn’t forget. A collection of dots arcing messily into two black brackets.

December 2, 2020 | Nonfiction

Neon; Regret: Lucio Fontana’s “Walking the Space”

Amanda Goldblatt

I am writing you now from a city we scored with nomadic walking fourteen months ago. During that trip I had been ill. 

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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

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Elle Nash

“Transgressive and immediate: you feel these stories shoot through and wrap around you.” 

             - Kyle F. Williams, Full Stop Magazine

 

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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.