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May 7, 2021 | Nonfiction

Of Flakes, Dogcakes, and Dinosaurs

Julie Benesh


In the 1970s, every grocery in my Midwestern town sells tall quarts of buttermilk. My mom uses it for pancakes, and I also drink it with salt and pepper. Once I serve it to myself so salty

May 5, 2021 | Nonfiction

Blue Note

Priscilla Long

Many languages did not and some still do not include the color word blue. Color words tend to enter languages in the order of black and white (or dark and light), and next red, and next green and yellow, colors that often share one and only one word, and finally blue.

May 3, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Wizard of Me

Joanna Franklin Bell

Lions and tigers and bears, oh my—when the three of us were together I wondered if I should be the tiger. But I did not feel tigerish by any metaphor. I was not sleek.

May 2, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

He tells me Bob Ross was in the war in Vietnam

Danielle Chelosky

The night before Easter he ties his belt around my neck and gives it to me to hold.

April 30, 2021 | Nonfiction

Bonding at Home Base

Sally Simon

Come late spring, my dad turned into a man I didn’t recognize. Normally a quiet man who spent his free hours taking a nap on the couch, he morphed into a talkative baseball fanatic. The Philadelphia

April 26, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Field

Maureen Mancini Amaturo

Just ahead is the familiar field, a diamond with rounded corners. I walk up with head down, anticipating that time will drag its feet while I sit and wish I could be attending to other things. But

April 25, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Only in a Dystopia Could The Bachelor Exist: Matt James Edition

Victor Glass

He was black, handsome, and nonthreatening, so white people loved him.

April 22, 2021 | Nonfiction

A Favor for The Dude

Mike Andrelczyk

My brother and I were standing outside of the 30th street station in Philadelphia.

I forget how old we were but we were old enough that our mom let us take the train alone from Lancaster to

April 18, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

You’re Always In Such A Hurry

Jenna Putnam

The boys are back together and everyone's in town except it's desolate and nobody gives a damn

April 11, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Writing Is Just Shitting

Julie Chen

you have probably peed with everyone you’ve ever loved, including the woman you do right now

April 9, 2021 | Nonfiction

Lessons in Manhood

Minna Dubin

My husband Paul and I are drinking beers and eating hot dogs at the baseball stadium in San Francisco. It’s even a little boring, and I have my back to the field for a while so can I face my friends

April 8, 2021 | Nonfiction

B & W TV

Susan Parker

In 1949 we had viewed television for three years on a 12” screen. It inhabited a large wooden box with doors that pulled out and covered the picture tube when not in use. For the most part in those

April 4, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

The Ocean is so Glad you're not Seventeen Again

Arah McManamna

When he drops you off at home you realize the soles of your feet are covered in tar.

March 21, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Bike Story

Kay Keegan

It only took Kyle a few days to make his confession about the other woman. It took nine months for him to tell me he couldn’t ride a bike.

March 7, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Friendly Ghosting

Meriwether Clarke

Sometimes I imagine I’ll get a long email from her, explaining why, when a family reunion stopped her from coming on the trip, she gave up on our friendship. Did I somehow offend her?

February 28, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Non, Je ne regrette rien

Virginia Konchan

... at Stereo, you never had to ask “where’s the love,” because it was everywhere, in everyone, even the atmosphere...

February 25, 2021 | Nonfiction


Riley Manning

“We found the calf box,” she tells your grandmother on the phone. “Not a scratch on it. Yeah, we found it in what used to be the living room.” 

February 23, 2021 | Nonfiction

What It Means to Dream of A Thief

Jessica Ripka

The story has hit an obstacle or maybe a dead end. It’s not a dead end, exactly, but it is an overdrawn bank account.

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


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


 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


Kyra Baldwin

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

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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


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.


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