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I no longer want to see Paris with men sixteen years older than me photo
January 2, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

I no longer want to see Paris with men sixteen years older than me

Mee

The first time I went to Paris, I was seventeen and stayed with a man who was thirty-three, Sylvain.

Not Even Your Armenian-American Daughter photo
December 30, 2021 | Nonfiction

Not Even Your Armenian-American Daughter

Lori Yeghiayan Friedman

I am the only enemy now.

The House in the Desert photo
December 28, 2021 | Nonfiction

The House in the Desert

Nell Smith

I walk the empty lot behind it gathering creosote to make a salve. I say empty, but that is only out of convention.

The Abstinence Card photo
December 26, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

The Abstinence Card

Erik Martinez

It sat in my wallet while I made out with a guy during the “Josie and the Pussycats” movie

By Hook Or By Crook photo
December 25, 2021 | Nonfiction

By Hook Or By Crook

Miss Unity

I never mixed meth with hooking. Not once. I didn’t want to ruin it! (Meth, I mean.)

Are You There, Avatar? It’s Me, The 70s photo
December 23, 2021 | Nonfiction

Are You There, Avatar? It’s Me, The 70s

Alle C. Hall

Do you see how I did that? All that pain I brought up about my sister went right under the rug.

Love v. Cigarettes photo
December 19, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Love v. Cigarettes

Courtenay S. Gray

After that, I attended his streams 24/7.

Salt photo
December 15, 2021 | Nonfiction

Salt

Abby Alten Schwartz

An ancient warning, handed down as northern European folklore: “Woe to that child which when kissed on the forehead tastes salty. He is bewitched and soon must die.” 

(Not) A Story About New York photo
December 12, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

(Not) A Story About New York

Kelsey Swintek

It’s August in Manhattan when we both decide to leave. You accept a job in LA and my boyfriend packs my life in a U-Haul and drives it to our new apartment together in Pittsburgh. 

 

When I toss

F-Words photo
December 9, 2021 | Nonfiction

F-Words

Mark Foss

The funeral home gave me a special calendar to keep track of the Yahrzeit until 2034, but after that I will be on my own.

Act of God photo
December 7, 2021 | Nonfiction

Act of God

Suzanne Manizza Roszak

It is a miraculous thing, this audible sun.

A Medication Guide photo
December 3, 2021 | Nonfiction

A Medication Guide

Vanessa Garza

Something about a synaptic neurotransmitter. You won’t really understand. 

Because Mid-Meal, My Mother Says “Now Don’t Write About This”; Or, The Tyranny of We photo
December 1, 2021 | Nonfiction

Because Mid-Meal, My Mother Says “Now Don’t Write About This”; Or, The Tyranny of We

Sandra Beasley

But to write We thought is a fiction.
We always felt that…the moment you write this phrase, you have lied.

Natchez, Mississippi: 1980 photo
November 30, 2021 | Nonfiction

Natchez, Mississippi: 1980

Beth Tillman

We lived where we were born; we pretended it was just fine.

Sylvère Lotringer is dead photo
November 28, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Sylvère Lotringer is dead

Danielle Chelosky

Our hypothetical date tomorrow is at a show for the band Tennis. I have never heard of them, but I trust him. I say I will work my magic to get us in.

Faye and Liam Go on a First Date photo
November 23, 2021 | Nonfiction

Faye and Liam Go on a First Date

Erin Vachon

If she swallows down chaos before the question is asked, let me spit mosaics in my answers

A Review of the Barrington, CT Boston Market Located 400 Yards from My Ex-Girlfriend’s House photo
November 21, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

A Review of the Barrington, CT Boston Market Located 400 Yards from My Ex-Girlfriend’s House

R. Jones

The Barrington, CT Boston Market offers the creamy richness of all Boston Market feeding centers.

Horny Hell photo
November 18, 2021 | Nonfiction

Horny Hell

Suiyi Tang

It was then that they strode past me. Mid-thought, my attention snagged on the powerful wisp of her. She wore a spandex outfit—itty bitty sports bra and bicycle shorts, her lean legs sprouting from chunky Filas.

 

I Believe in Red photo
November 16, 2021 | Nonfiction

I Believe in Red

Maya Staples

Cam asks when I am going to change my pants just to prove to his pierced girlfriend that he doesn't like me all that much. I tell him I wash them daily, but he says that doesn’t mean it’s not weird.

 

Hannah, Danehy Park photo
November 14, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Hannah, Danehy Park

Jaclyn Torres

Before Hannah can protest, I get out of bed, put on gray and pink checkered pants and a black top. Having romantic feelings for a woman is new territory; her laugh is all I can think about.

Grey Wolfe LaJoie photo
November 11, 2021 | Nonfiction

Grey Wolfe LaJoie

Grey Wolfe Lajoie

LaJoie dropped to their knees and shouted out the phrase "Oh dear god!"

October 2020: Do I Have Thrush? photo
November 9, 2021 | Nonfiction

October 2020: Do I Have Thrush?

Claire Sullivan

He works out of that clinic on the corner of Sydney Road, opposite the 7-Eleven. After I visit him I often walk up the road and get an okay bánh mì from the closest vietnamese bakery.

Hello: It's Not Me You're Looking For photo
November 7, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Hello: It's Not Me You're Looking For

Luna Adler

Like Richie’s “Hello,” Adele’s “Hello” is also an ode to longing.

Centerpiece photo
November 2, 2021 | Nonfiction

Centerpiece

Justin Chandler

Under the pretense of repairing things, I go to prove I am not broken.

Penelope Went to Episcopal Church Feeling Melancholy photo
November 1, 2021 | Nonfiction

Penelope Went to Episcopal Church Feeling Melancholy

Jade Song

I will never read this essay out loud, so let me take some risks:

Almond, salmon, Episcopal, peony, Adidas, melancholy, mischievous.

In my head: Owl-mund, sal-MON, epic-SKO-poll.

I add force

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

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