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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


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.

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.

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