Posts by Divya Mehra

November 4, 2024 | Fiction

How Ian Curtis Died

Divya Mehra

He says that’s how all rock stars die.

October 30, 2024 | Interview

Negroni & Whiskey: Toasting to a Year of Forbidden Flowers by Spleen

Joe Nasta, Carmen Cornue, and Donna Morton

"Mostly I think Spleen is about celebrating our friendship. It's a love that needs to be emphasized more widely rather than romantic love. Spleen is also a fantasy escape that gives us agency in ways we don't have in reality."

October 27, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

A Modern Education

Sandra Jensen

I should have asked John why he was so unhappy. I should have done more than write that stupid note that was all about me and nothing about him.

October 23, 2024 | Poetry

Mademoiselle, 1966

Donna Morton

she keeps her secrets as easily as she takes off her white
gloves

October 17, 2024 | Interview

A Book of Potential Prayers: A Conversation with Katie Ebbitt

Katie Ebbitt and Nadia Prupis

The “death of the mother” is trying to do two things: the first is a nod to family abolition and the death of the mother within a capitalistic context. And the second is explicitly thinking through “mothers” dying during childbirth or dying because they are unable to receive care for abortion.

October 7, 2024 | Fiction

Midway

Adam Woodhead

When you get out of Bellvue, they just discharge you and won’t even tell you where you are,

October 2, 2024 | Fiction

I Remember Jenny Stax

Scott Laudati

But the merch guy was always your ticket in.

September 27, 2024 | Fiction

crossing the line

Sophie Madeline Dess

It’s not necessarily loneliness that I feel but rather a burgeoning propensity toward violence.

September 26, 2024 | Poetry

JULIA

Bernard Cohen

Time makes pills of us all

September 19, 2024 | Poetry

Three Poems

Benjamin Drevlow

Oh. No. I prefer fat men and fingernail clippers.

September 16, 2024 | Poetry

Reanimation

David San Miguel

Us—playing God, getting got.

September 15, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

Number 10 for Her

Adam Berlin

I taste cigarette in her mouth.

September 11, 2024 | Fiction

The Big Asshole

md wheatley

I went in every Manhattan bookstore looking for The Cows by Lydia Davis.

September 11, 2024 | Poetry

Bildungsroman

Isaac Meredith

'Let's all go down to the river' I said...

September 10, 2024 | Book Review

A Fragment A Day Keeps The Ghosts Away: A Review Of Nate Lippens' 'Ripcord'

Danielle Chelosky

Lippens, like most writers and artists in general, occupies this space slightly distanced from the commotion of the world.

September 9, 2024 | Poetry

Marriage Ghazal

Lily Sadighmehr

I can’t read in Farsi but I taught him how to say kiss, my flower, small, my heart and now the florists know

September 4, 2024 | Fiction

Numbers

Greta Schledorn

I wanted to feel like a domestic woman, like the kind of woman who made salmon and vegetables before going out. Then I was that woman because I’d tried to be her.

August 25, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

In the Service of Unknown Gods

Sam Redlark

[The names of certain parties have been changed. Other names were never known and are now lost in time.]

I get maudlin and nostalgic over the Christmas holidays, mostly for a past version of

August 23, 2024 | Fiction

Danny's Dog

Josh Code

I wash the semen off of my hands in the pool.

August 19, 2024 | Fiction

American Pastimes

Aida Riddle

It is a widely known fact that Arledge created Monday Night Football in conjunction with the American Suicide Watch as a way to stymie a flood of Monday night suicides.