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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

Real American Racehorse photo
July 26, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

Real American Racehorse

Leon Hedstrom

I suppose I was in a conspiratorial mood when I told you that I don’t always feel like a man.

Life Left photo
July 24, 2020 | Nonfiction

Life Left

Laura Price Steele

The last dozen years of my life could be mapped out by my Craigslist history, moments when I’ve called out into the abyss and some voice has come whistling out of the darkness with the exact inverse of my need.

Hitchhiking Through Florida photo
July 23, 2020 | Nonfiction

Hitchhiking Through Florida

Jake Maynard

It was 2007, and the closest that most Americans came to hitchhiking were two new movies: The Hitcher and The Hitchhiker, a lower-budget version of the same plot. In both movies young naïve roadtrippers pick up good-looking psychopaths in the desert. In The Hitcher Sean Bean chains a teen heartthrob between two semi trucks and pulls him apart at the waist.

Splitting photo
July 22, 2020 | Nonfiction

Splitting

Katie Culligan

There is a loneliness to many things, I am finding: there is a loneliness to sidewalks, to tea bags, to guest bathroom wastebaskets. This hickory wood sits like concrete in my hands; there is also a loneliness to interacting with materials, materials that can’t know what kind of end they’re meeting.

On Being Outside of the Body photo
July 20, 2020 | Nonfiction

On Being Outside of the Body

Danielle Shorr

On a bench outside the classroom on our fifteen-minute break, I close my eyes and practice the grounding exercise my therapist taught me earlier that week. Facing the rush hour freeway, I try to

Time Lapse photo
July 19, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

Time Lapse

Uzodinma Okehi

(Iowa City 1995)

What I think I want, is Inez . . . Fuck! Now it’s a blur. Drawing. Rather, a dream in which I’m drawing.

American Picker in Exile photo
July 16, 2020 | Nonfiction

American Picker in Exile

Cameron Thomas Snyder

I came from the city, was sort of swept away by the bristles of time and love and bowel-upsetting uncertainty, and I am now in a dust pan called Mora County, New Mexico. Dust pan is not derogatory; it’s a just a place where things end up.

Confessions of an Anti-Job photo
July 13, 2020 | Nonfiction

Confessions of an Anti-Job

Al Kratz

I feel like I should confess. I used to worry that I hadn’t suffered enough. I really hadn’t suffered at all. I mean, someone did kick our door in at three in the morning because of the ‘80s and

Talk About It photo
July 12, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

Talk About It

Jakky Bankong-Obi

the history of countries is the story of roaming. And maps are relatively new inventions in the human narrative 

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HARDCORE

Mik Grantham

 

"Mik Grantham is a real killer. One of my favorite artists working today. HARDCORE is not hard to read"

 - Bud Smith, author of Teenager (Vintage) 

Her Lesser Work

Elizabeth Ellen

"Her Lesser Work is far and away my favorite of your books, and 'G.O.A.T' in particular is a blast of brilliance."

     -Garielle Lutz

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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.