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Ghost photo
June 21, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Ghost

Danielle Chelosky

My writing professor said to me that in order to get better, you had to dismantle the person you were, because that person was killing you. I kept wondering: Why did a killer love me?

Marching in Atlanta photo
June 17, 2020 | Dispatches

Marching in Atlanta

Tyhi Conley

A dispatch from 2016 and now. 

Crossing the Divide: Cycling, romance and reckoning in the Canadian Rockies photo
June 14, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Crossing the Divide: Cycling, romance and reckoning in the Canadian Rockies

Kelly Huffman

My trip had begun in Seattle, where the past few years had served up one setback after the next. I had been cut loose by my latest not-quite-boyfriend.

Fight Report photo
June 12, 2020 | Nonfiction

Fight Report

Gabriel Smith

Twenty seven notes Gabriel Smith took at Bethnal Bust Up, York Hall, London, March 7th


If boxing is a sport, then it is the most tragic of all sports because more than any human activity it

Drop Out photo
June 11, 2020 | Nonfiction

Drop Out

Hannah Carpino

You don’t see her for several years after that, minus a brief and sweet span of days that following summer, in your usual place. You play Bob Dylan’s Mama, You Been on My Mind squeezed on a piano bench with her.

Gym Encounter  photo
June 8, 2020 | Nonfiction

Gym Encounter 

David Hii

Your gym is perhaps your favorite thing about Hattiesburg. Your student budget is tight, but you’ll manage to eek out thirty a month somehow—you have for the last three years.

In Isolation, I Am Morphing photo
June 7, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

In Isolation, I Am Morphing

Lyndsey C. Fox

The day before isolation, I celebrate my birthday, unwed, the first of its kind in my adult life, my divorce from a great man with whom I shared an OK eleven years, finalized by way of a $250 internet

Pluck photo
June 5, 2020 | Nonfiction

Pluck

Adam Hughes

I’d spend the night there on Saturday nights, get up Sunday morning and drive to my church and preach. I didn’t find God because I wasn’t looking for him. I was looking for me but I didn’t find him either.

Cuts Real Good photo
June 1, 2020 | Nonfiction

Cuts Real Good

Jeff Burd

Maybe you can do this. It’s not your idea. But maybe.

Stay With Me, Rock My World photo
May 31, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Stay With Me, Rock My World

Hurley Winkler

I’d learned from Rock of Love that a diabetic’s rollercoaster blood sugar is a constant interruptor at best.

The Years photo
May 27, 2020 | Nonfiction

The Years

Virginia Lee Wood

In the middle of the night in the second week after Dad’s passing, my phone lights up and it’s twin, it’s sister. 

“Hello?”

“I want to know what happened. Should I come there?”

“No. I don’t

Me Wrapped Up, In 25 Feet photo
May 25, 2020 | Nonfiction

Me Wrapped Up, In 25 Feet

Jeanene Harlick

I was the only person in my family this level of depravity happened to.

Traces photo
May 24, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

Traces

Hailey Rollheiser

I followed him up the stairs up to his apartment and once inside he made parachutes, wrapping loose MDMA in tissue paper.

Red Hands photo
May 22, 2020 | Nonfiction

Red Hands

Barrett Bowlin

No cheating; you've got to keep your fingers touching my fingers. Good. Remember to keep your hands flat. Flat and steady and ready.

Ex-Ray photo
May 21, 2020 | Nonfiction

Ex-Ray

Amy V. Blakemore

When I broke up with you, I thought you might kill me, and somehow, I was bored.

Your Body Gets Rid of People photo
May 19, 2020 | Nonfiction

Your Body Gets Rid of People

JJ Peña

my mother once told me, grief gives your body the shakes.

Guided Meditation and Relaxation photo
May 17, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Guided Meditation and Relaxation

Andrew Bomback

Xenia and I had been cheating on each other with the same woman for about three months

Another Old Man at the Bridge photo
May 14, 2020 | Nonfiction

Another Old Man at the Bridge

Sarah Viren

You will read my restrained but subtly brutal birth story and finally recognize that we who give birth are dauntless soldiers returning to the fight and we are also the old men ignoring the bombs because we have animals at home we love too much to go on and we have never felt more alive than we do right now.

My First Name photo
May 9, 2020 | My First...

My First Name

Siân Griffiths

This new doctor smiles as he enters the room, as if we’re sharing a joke though we’ve never met before. “Tell me,” he says, “how many people get your name right on the first try?”

Liveblog 2 photo
May 7, 2020 | Nonfiction

Liveblog 2

Megan Boyle

Like if I were at this apartment in 2009 I’d be talking to some guy with scraggly teeth and pockmarked skin and a hoodie but he’d also be like, unconventionally handsome, but you could tell the last time he talked to his mom he said some fucked up shit and probably beat up his siblings growing up, and I’d be thinking ‘this seems like…my only option…’ 

Prompting Myself: A Taste of My Own Medicine photo
May 6, 2020 | Nonfiction

Prompting Myself: A Taste of My Own Medicine

Chloe Caldwell

People I Don’t _______ to anymore. This is a prompt inspired by Chelsea Hodson’s essay, People I Don’t Talk To Anymore.

How Many Hours Are There in a Day Now? photo
May 4, 2020 | Nonfiction

How Many Hours Are There in a Day Now?

Chelsea Martin

Being sleep deprived while in quarantine is like living in this dream I had a few days ago where I died but didn’t lose consciousness and for the rest of the dream I floated over a muddy creek with no ability to interact with the world in any way.

My First NIN: The Downward Spiral photo
May 2, 2020 | My First...

My First NIN: The Downward Spiral

Greg Oldfield

I remember the next morning, puking, shaking violently, asking for God’s mercy. There was too much light coming through the blinds. I was a living, breathing version of “Hurt.” 

My First CD: Nine Inch Nails, Pretty Hate Machine photo
May 2, 2020 | My First...

My First CD: Nine Inch Nails, Pretty Hate Machine

Scott Daughtridge DeMer

I didn’t have headphones for my CD player, so when my parents were home I kept the volume low. At night when they went to bed I played it at a barely audible level and hugged the machine against my ear.

The Idea of a Thing is Not the Thing Itself photo
May 1, 2020 | Nonfiction

The Idea of a Thing is Not the Thing Itself

Jared Povanda

This boy wants a cat for the idea of a cat. Real responsibility chokes him. This boy wants to embody the writer—navy sweater, gold chinos, salmon boat shoes, honey hair tousled, thick brown glasses,

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