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My Boyfriend Who Lives in Canada photo
July 4, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

My Boyfriend Who Lives in Canada

jen ly

We get back together, because of course we do. He is better, now. Therapy helps both of us.

None of This is Okay photo
July 2, 2021 | Nonfiction

None of This is Okay

Sara Heise Graybeal

Dan texted his wife before going on the ventilator. She shares most things on Facebook, and she has disclosed this last message, too.

Barely Visible photo
July 1, 2021 | Nonfiction

Barely Visible

Nikki Campo

Since my mom died after my second wedding, I don't have anyone to tell me if my mustache is showing.

A Filling Station, A Falling Stallion photo
June 30, 2021 | Nonfiction

A Filling Station, A Falling Stallion

Amanda Scott

You held your mouth open but kept crying, the bread going soggy in your palm, your communion taken in vein because of course you were always the body and the blood.

The Embarrassing Desires of An Ex-Chasidic College Student photo
June 27, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

The Embarrassing Desires of An Ex-Chasidic College Student

Allie Zenwirth

My grandfather drives me up to Sarah Lawrence choking back tears. As soon as he leaves, I cut off my earlocks in the bathroom and change into Outside World clothing.

When You Have a Traumatic Brain Injury, You Should Really ‘See Stars’ photo
June 25, 2021 | Nonfiction

When You Have a Traumatic Brain Injury, You Should Really ‘See Stars’

Susan Hatters Friedman

Tom Selleck, in his best reverse mortgage voice, volunteers to call your parents and break the news that their daughter almost died. Your mom is happy to hear from him since she always liked Magnum P.I.

Jayne St. Mansonfield photo
June 23, 2021 | Nonfiction

Jayne St. Mansonfield

Adam Klein

 

She arrived at my apartment at 3 a.m. with a soft suitcase on her head, a handle positioned over one eye. I could see the netting in her matted blonde wig. Her broken eyeliner and stained lips

Where Is My Haka? photo
June 22, 2021 | Nonfiction

Where Is My Haka?

Janet Rodriguez

After we finish doing the dinner dishes together, Mario heads into the living room and picks up the remote control.

“Guess what?” he says, turning on the TV. “New Zealand is playing England in

Sphere photo
June 20, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Sphere

Iva Moore

I saw into the face tattooed on his thigh and thought, I am not afraid.

Untethered photo
June 18, 2021 | Nonfiction

Untethered

Rachel Greenley

A robot took my uterus. Left my ovaries behind.

Showgirls (1995) photo
June 17, 2021 | Nonfiction

Showgirls (1995)

Milo R. Muise

When attempting to convince a group of friends to watch the 1995 film Showgirls, I compare it to the more recent Hustlers, but where Hustlers is invested in empowerment, Showgirls is invested in

Listen To Track #10 photo
June 14, 2021 | Nonfiction

Listen To Track #10

Shome Dasgupta

Aaliyah
Dr. Dolittle Soundtrack 
Track #3

Damn. This was the song—the song we danced to in perfect rhythm with each other. No words—just movement, and it was all in our shoulders. I never saw the

Every time I smell chlorine I think I’m in a brothel photo
June 13, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Every time I smell chlorine I think I’m in a brothel

Rupert Taylor

Going to work after you’ve been on an meth bender in a brothel is not a good idea,

The Dragon photo
June 10, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Dragon

Jiordan Castle

Melanie is my yoga instructor. Sometimes she’s pregnant, other times not. Her voice is soothing in a way that would annoy me under other circumstances, like a preschool teacher without a preschool

The Sweet Things We Shared photo
June 9, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Sweet Things We Shared

Serena Alagappan

Sangria at a soup shop. Pieces of peach and apple in the wine. The skin of the fruits unpeeled in my mouth. Sangria even though it was winter, early evening, cold and already dark out. Goblet-sized,

Rape Feelings in Eight Phases photo
June 8, 2021 | Nonfiction

Rape Feelings in Eight Phases

Amber L. Carpenter

It’s a Tuesday at 3 pm, which means it’s time for my therapist to remind me that I am a victim of a violent crime.

Two Shorts photo
June 7, 2021 | Nonfiction

Two Shorts

Heather Domenicis

The house on Olean street stands as it once did, a formerly bright white house, the sidings been torn off, revealing dark greenish-black shingles. This house, the black sheep of the neighborhood.

Sunshine & Triple Antibiotic photo
June 6, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Sunshine & Triple Antibiotic

Janna Jay

My father locked his children up in a house for years for fear that they would die of pesticides from plants. More than that, we were locked in our rooms with a gate.

Wild Plotlines photo
June 4, 2021 | Nonfiction

Wild Plotlines

Jane Halpert

There’s a story my father used to tell from his days as an ER resident. An old lady showed up for care, and when he asked her what had brought her in, she calmly raised a hand, showing him her palm. It was pierced straight through with a long darning needle.

Ethnic Identity photo
June 3, 2021 | Nonfiction

Ethnic Identity

Aram Mrjoian

Bet you’ve only made lahmajoon from scratch once. Bet you’ve made pierogi dough once. Bet your attempts at grandma’s pilaf recipe are crunchy and undercooked, noodles burnt, stuck to the bottom of the pot.

Thirst & Trap photo
June 2, 2021 | Nonfiction

Thirst & Trap

Bronson Lemer

I approached looking at thirst traps like I did those Magic Eye 3D posters I’d stared at as a kid. If I stared long enough, I believed, I could see something real in those thirst traps.

How to Rescue a Bobcat photo
June 1, 2021 | Nonfiction

How to Rescue a Bobcat

Kelly Gray

One day, I end up on the side of the road next to a bobcat who is thrashing after being hit by a car.

The Scent of Bread photo
May 31, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Scent of Bread

Michelle Cacho-Negrete

Bread has its own history, its own holiness. Flour was pounded from prehistoric plants then roasted on the hot stones of Neanderthal fires. Ancient Egyptians milled grain between giant rocks, dark, mixed flour, imperfect loaves with heady scent.

Waterbaby photo
May 31, 2021 | Nonfiction

Waterbaby

Cameron Gorman

I -- Book

In every house of our memories, there is a book. In the basement of mine, there is a paperback with pictures of the sea. 

The underwater camera is smeared with the blurriness of

How We Looked Together photo
May 30, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

How We Looked Together

Unity

The first six months I took hormones I was frumpy and ridiculous looking. I didn’t know anything about makeup or styling

Recent Books

Exit, Carefully

Elizabeth Ellen

"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."

                      -Walker Caplan, Lithub

Nudes

Elle Nash

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

             - Kyle F. Williams, Full Stop Magazine

 

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.