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What You Crave photo
September 15, 2020 | Nonfiction

What You Crave

Gwen Niekamp

My parents, three hours into their marriage, ate sliders and crinkle fries. It was the summer of 1987, an Original Slider cost just 30 cents (today, one’ll run you $0.72), and there was a White Castle

My Love Affair With The Dead photo
September 13, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

My Love Affair With The Dead

Joyce Hayden

About two weeks into the Coronavirus Quarantine, I began noticing some odd behaviors.

Titanic: Adventure Out of Time photo
September 10, 2020 | Games of My Youth

Titanic: Adventure Out of Time

Tabitha Blankenbiller

I wandered the recreated Titanic dozens of times during my middle school summer of 1998, hiding from the heat and shitty neighborhood kids by camping in front of our family’s PC. TITANIC: ADVENTURE

Throwback photo
September 6, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

Throwback

Nora Lange

All the Lovesick attendees were gathered outside to listen to the event’s MC, but he was struggling to figure out how to turn on his mic.

A Man's Leg photo
September 3, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Man's Leg

Dev Murphy

I caught a glimpse of a man’s leg, narrow but with glances of plumpness, the soft hairy shin, down to the inside of the bony foot, tapering into toes, and I was assaulted by a memory of you and your

My Love Don’t Cost A Thing photo
August 30, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

My Love Don’t Cost A Thing

Elizabeth Brooks

The night before the Super Bowl, we were drunk in Miami after hours of non-stop tequila Sprites.

It’s Day Sixteen and I’m Googling Victor Buono photo
August 28, 2020 | Nonfiction

It’s Day Sixteen and I’m Googling Victor Buono

Meghan Louise Wagner

Victor Buono played King Tut in the 1960’s Batman show. He waddled in gold and red robes, his campy lisp at full-tilt. His voice warbled from his gut. He also played the Boston Strangler, a fat man in

American Money photo
August 27, 2020 | Nonfiction

American Money

Lynne Beckenstein

The circular is peppered with the “free” of Buy One Get One Free, as opposed to the “free” that is both propaganda and sacred text. I know, in total, the Arabic for peach, name, gesundheit, and thank you.

Left Turns Cause More Deaths photo
August 26, 2020 | Nonfiction

Left Turns Cause More Deaths

Kathryn Wohlpart

im always in the wrong lane

Revirgination photo
August 23, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Revirgination

Greg Marshall

Medical professionals are careful to point out that cerebral palsy itself doesn’t inhibit sexual desire or function, though studies show that most young adults with CP report physical problems related to sexual contact.

An Honest & Complete Dating Profile photo
August 20, 2020 | Nonfiction

An Honest & Complete Dating Profile

Amie Whittemore

She never sticks around for harvest (though she convinced you to plant rosemary, lavender, zinnias, to think of time as a full moon, as a thrush’s song), you’ll say, but O the planting season. The spry seedlings at the start.

My Magic Pussy photo
August 16, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

My Magic Pussy

Elizabeth Teets

My almost-ex was freaking out in the way only men with egos can.

Dream Husband photo
August 13, 2020 | Nonfiction

Dream Husband

Melissa Stephenson

Always, I am navigating some half-abandoned landscape— part future, part past. Whenever I have a companion, it is my ex husband—the man who, after our divorce seven years ago, moved states away, leaving me to raise our kids mostly solo. On this particular morning, it finally occurs to me that these dreams may not be normal.

To Know Nothing of Rifles photo
August 11, 2020 | Nonfiction

To Know Nothing of Rifles

Caitlin Feldman

It doesn’t sit right anymore, so neither does he. But in the Brooklyn neighborhood where my mom grew up, he’d walk on his hands for an audience of Irish-Catholic children. Older now than he was then, they’re still in awe. 

the last time you wear a photo
August 9, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

the last time you wear a

L Scully

There’s a picture of you at queer prom, in the photo booth, faces alight with total bliss.

Detailing photo
August 8, 2020 | My First...

Detailing

Alina Stefanescu

I removed an aluminum tab from my son's mouth and told my friend her eyebrows looked good. Her heart seemed full.

Domesticated photo
August 6, 2020 | Nonfiction

Domesticated

Shannon St. Hilaire

The cops said this was legal if the cat was on his property.

When I Say I Understand Why Gilbert Grape Burned His House Down photo
August 3, 2020 | Nonfiction

When I Say I Understand Why Gilbert Grape Burned His House Down

Stephanie C. Trott

I knew making him leave would be like pulling a turtle from its shell; we grew up thinking they were two different things, when really they were one.

What Haunts Me photo
August 2, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

What Haunts Me

Molly Magid

The text said: Hey! I think I just saw you cross the street (I’m in the red Prius). How are you?

American Lake: The Answers photo
August 1, 2020 | Nonfiction

American Lake: The Answers

Dave Housley

Did your grandmother live not on a lake, but near? 
No but my Grandfather lived in Long Island, near the bay. My grandmother lived in Wisconsin. She was far away. She was the good one. 

Knowledge photo
July 31, 2020 | Nonfiction

Knowledge

Peter Witte

On Human Origins

You take a half-person’s body, then another half-person’s body, and you connect them together and put them inside the mom’s body. Then they grow and grow and grow. Then you

The Surrender Game photo
July 31, 2020 | Nonfiction

The Surrender Game

Suzanne Richardson

This is how we played: one of us would lay on top of the other fully clothed, “go dead,” and see if the other could move. He relished it. I would lay on him, every part of me heavy and slack. It was

February photo
July 30, 2020 | Nonfiction

February

Erica Trabold

I bought a compilation of Michael Jackson Number Ones when the Wal-Mart Supercenter finally opened. It feels right to have viewed the future from my bedroom, door closed, music up.

Letter To My Sixth-Grade Self As He Constructs A Bomb photo
July 29, 2020 | Nonfiction

Letter To My Sixth-Grade Self As He Constructs A Bomb

Neil Richard Grayson

In fact, even if I could reverse my reach through the years spanning us and stop you, I don’t think I would.

The Rats  photo
July 27, 2020 | Nonfiction

The Rats 

Alex Tronson

We hear them in the kitchen, leaping around with meaty thuds, and in the morning Cheryl has barricaded the kitchen door. She tells me the landlord sent someone to assess the situation.

“Okay,” I

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