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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. 

December 1, 2020 | Nonfiction

Why Look for Animals?

Alexandria Peary

In this dappled language, like a woods painted by Neil Welliver, in and out of our attention, animals wander in the camouflage. They are highlighted by our attention: each stands in a yellow bar of

November 30, 2020 | Nonfiction

The Self-hating Negro

Allen M. Price

I grew up in the predominantly all-white neighborhood of Warwick, Rhode Island; I was one of only two Black kids in my elementary, junior high, and high schools. I dressed well, presented myself well, got good grades.

November 29, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

for E

Olivia Braley

My friends and I would see you on the streets and say you looked like a villain. Slicked back black hair, tall and thin, distrusting gaze, but handsome. All sinister swagger.

November 22, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

Fifteen Minutes

Nicolo Gentile

1985: the year of “high-risk” and Careless Whispers. His appearance was brief —lasting all of ten second— but there he was, following an interview between Debbie Harry and Nick Rhodes on the Palladium. 

November 19, 2020 | Nonfiction

Altitude Sickness

Cherie Nelson

You turn to face me, apologize for the mountain, for not drinking enough water, for not letting me turn back to make sure you were safe at a lower elevation. For not realizing what this would do to me.

November 15, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

Love Letter in 2020

Cory Liang

Last Christmas, you asked for my latest address and sent a postcard all the way from Paris. There was a close-up shot of Hemingway’s face on the front. On the back, you wrote: “You deserve all the good in the world.” I took a picture of it but never sent anything back.

November 8, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

The Bulldagger

Andrea Routley

I like sex in fiction to be full of ambivalence—undeniable lust mixed with doubt or disgust. I have done things with lovers I don’t want to tell anyone. 

November 5, 2020 | Nonfiction

Why Look For the Animals?

Alexandria Peary

In contrast to wild animals, pets are timelines left on the floor. These models of accelerated, abridged lives can be found to the right of the Lazy Boy and the magazine rack.

November 1, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

TGOYI

Natalie Villacorta

Not knowing was better than being disappointed. If I didn’t know what TGOYI meant, it could mean anything.

October 27, 2020 | Nonfiction

Toss of the Dice

T. Abeyta

I wasn’t attracted to him at all but I was single and alone on New Year’s so I listened to him go on and on about birdwatching.

October 25, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

I Love First Dates

Marise Gaughan

One guy told me I didn’t look like my online photos while we sat al fresco in a bougie hotel in Venice. He smelled of vinegar. I ordered two crab sandwiches. I ate one and got the other to go.

October 21, 2020 | Nonfiction

Blessed Are Those Who Have Not Seen and Yet Have Come to Believe

Anna Chotlos

Lightning struck my grandparents’ house five times in as many years.

 

October 19, 2020 | Nonfiction

Mixed Signals

Albert Abonado

I didn’t have my brother Patrick’s phone number until after my parents had been in a car accident.

October 18, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Longing, Lust & Winnie-the-Pooh

Garnett Kilberg Cohen

Yes, my mother loved Pooh, but as far as I know her love was platonic.

October 16, 2020 | Nonfiction

How to Have a Pandemic

Caroline Plasket

While sitting in the parking lot waiting for masked employee to bring your items out to your trunk you watch customers walk into the store. Count how many are wearing masks versus not. Watch them laughing.

October 15, 2020 | Nonfiction

Anesthesia

Emma Brousseau

During my first year of grad school, I learn how to kill rats. I work in a lab studying time perception, a cognitive function that’s not fully understood. We have to train new rats for every study.

October 14, 2020 | Nonfiction

Nine Endings

Sara Crowley

1.

And they all lived happily ever after. 

2.

Finishing work on the Saturday and heading to the pub because that’s what we always did. Tall Paul and small Paul and (ordinary) Paul, Ian, Bel,

October 13, 2020 | Nonfiction

Outpouring

Vin Maskell

Emptying the bottles, a simple task, was more fulfilling and more comprehensible than emptying Dad’s box of ashes 20 years ago.

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