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About a Million Joans photo
February 12, 2020 | Nonfiction

About a Million Joans

Gabe Montesanti

“How do I know if it’s right?” I wrote. “How did you know?” “I just knew,” she texted back. 

A Difficult Trek with My Daughter photo
February 10, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Difficult Trek with My Daughter

Rasheena Fountain

I ain’t supposed to know about these woods. But I did know the coyotes.

My First CD: Dr. Dre's The Chronic photo
February 8, 2020 | My First...

My First CD: Dr. Dre's The Chronic

Phillip Scott Mandel

My Magic cards were the coolest thing about me.

From the Sublime to the Hilarious: On Damascus Gate by Robert Stone (part 1) photo
February 7, 2020 | Nonfiction

From the Sublime to the Hilarious: On Damascus Gate by Robert Stone (part 1)

Madison Smartt Bell

Stone had two modes of handwriting: one a gnarly cursive he used to talk to himself and the other block capitals, more easily legible. On a scrap of torn paper in a crate of Damascus Gate research material is a draft of a self-mocking doggerel poem...

Protection photo
February 6, 2020 | Nonfiction


Diana Whitney

I could not imagine the dark well of her grief. I wanted to pretend it had nothing to do with me. But I felt compelled to bear witness somehow.

After the Agony of Life  photo
February 4, 2020 | Nonfiction

After the Agony of Life 

Megan Williams

In the book Les Misérables, it is not raining while Eponine dies. She is simply bleeding so much that she believes it is raining. So saturated in blood that her brain belies reason.

On Malcolm Lowry photo
February 3, 2020 | Nonfiction

On Malcolm Lowry

Robert Stone

Two thousand nine is the centennial year of Malcolm Lowry, the British novelist and poet, whose extraordinary novel Under the Volcano appeared in 1947. Lowry’s first version of it was a loosely constructed story about Britons who witness a violent crime in Mexico.

My First Dirty Magazine: A Roadside Stash photo
February 1, 2020 | My First...

My First Dirty Magazine: A Roadside Stash

Blake Kimzey

What stands out in my memory now is the silence in that barn.

You Against You photo
January 31, 2020 | Nonfiction

You Against You

James Yates

If Clubber Lang just chilled out, he would’ve been in Rocky’s corner, too.

Vestigial photo
January 30, 2020 | Nonfiction


Claire Hodgdon

Privacy, he called it, in my house full of men. Otherwise: quarantine.

A Kind of Miracle photo
January 28, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Kind of Miracle

Evan Senie

Marlon, breath puffing out in the cool morning air, says to no one that if the students cry, he will cry too. This isn’t a process you want to see again through new eyes.

My First Porn Video  photo
January 25, 2020 | My First...

My First Porn Video 

Adeniyi Ademoroti

You would have believed on the screen was where my attention stayed.

A Problem of Vertigo photo
January 23, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Problem of Vertigo

Elizabeth Horneber

Recently, I told my mother that I used to climb out of the bathroom window in the upstairs and crawl out onto the chimney ledge, where one slip of the ankle, knee, wrist, and I would have fallen three stories onto cement. Perhaps it began as another peace offering—I was trying to amuse her.

My First Real Sneakers photo
January 18, 2020 | My First...

My First Real Sneakers

Christian Aguiar

There was no way you could have a pair of Nikes and get clowned.

Pink photo
January 15, 2020 | Nonfiction


Tammy Delatorre

There was a yearning in me for her soft whiteness, which went powdery pink in her most private of places.

On W. 14th I Suddenly Recall Running Into the Street to Die photo
January 10, 2020 | Nonfiction

On W. 14th I Suddenly Recall Running Into the Street to Die

Angie Kang

In that moment through blinding lights and pelting rain, I saw the police telling my parents what I’d done.

Possum photo
January 7, 2020 | Nonfiction


Kristine Langley Mahler

I told this story as a party trick for years.

Two Micros  photo
December 30, 2019 | Nonfiction

Two Micros 

Dina L. Relles

"with sky as ceiling, / ground as home, / we can call the stranger / lover / and the earth / ours / at least for a little while." 

People Like Me Don’t Live A Long Time photo
December 26, 2019 | Nonfiction

People Like Me Don’t Live A Long Time

Steve Anwyll

Take a percocet at around 4:30pm.

Eat a large weed cookie, drink 1 750ml can of beer and then 3 pints between 6:30pm and 10:00pm.

Flash Paper photo
December 19, 2019 | Nonfiction

Flash Paper

Ashley Anderson

The more I read, the more about voices made sense.  Women’s voices.  The ways in which mine always seemed to stand out, too loud, against the quiet whispers of those around me.

Biscuits  photo
December 17, 2019 | Nonfiction


D. Nolan Jefferson

You preheat your oven to 425°F before measuring out two and one third cups of self-rising flour into a glass Pyrex bowl. White Lily is the best though it can be hard to find outside of the south and is worth tracking down. It’s milled from a soft winter wheat, and with it your biscuits puff up into soft, light pillows that literally melt in your mouth.

Instagram Intimacy  photo
December 12, 2019 | Nonfiction

Instagram Intimacy 

Lyndsay Hall

Every twenty-something in Los Angeles has a comedian friend. In late winter, mine invited me to his show in Culver City with a foolproof pitch: no cover, no drink minimum, nearby parking.

This Must Be The Place  photo
December 10, 2019 | Nonfiction

This Must Be The Place 

Emily O'Neill

There’s no room that’s mine. This thought occurred to me plenty as a child, but it was a fact without any emotion attached. I think about it especially when I watch house hunting shows: what a wish list looks like for people who get to choose where they live on purpose.

Leg Warmer photo
December 9, 2019 | Nonfiction

Leg Warmer

Jaya Wagle

The first time a boy accidently touches your leg you are fourteen—

Sticky  photo
December 5, 2019 | Nonfiction


Hope Henderson

I had anted up already: pics in the too-small bikini top he liked, back arched in his favorite Brazilian-cut bottoms. Did you just take these for me? he asked. By your mid-30s, romance is infinite regress. Or infinite repeat. Or just infinite, like Groundhog Day, or samsara. I don’t reuse sexts! I replied. This is romantic. We understand this is romantic. It is, in fact, romantic to take pictures just for him.


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