March 17, 2025 | Poetry
A Poem That Isn't a Poem but Rather an Essay About Women Who Love Patrick Bateman
Sofija Popovska
in the mirror the face you see yourself | I’m so fucking good at this | the eye is an aleph and every place is you
March 16, 2025 | fucked up modern love essays
Sojourn, So Joy!
Gulen Celik
The winding roads were scattered with sneakily merging lanes and work-ahead signs. This would have set my head in a whirl if I weren't driving. We spotted sage, turquoise, and navy blue hues on our
March 14, 2025 | Fiction
Plant Hospital
Elizabeth Ellen
I think HH resented me for making him feel pedestrian, a cliché to himself; the male artist requesting a sort of self-censorship of the female artist on his behalf. (Image is everything and/but he wanted to control his; I had no right to it, to my version of it/him, in his male mind.)
Q&A with Wilson Koewing
Lisa Marie Zapata
Delve a little deeper into the mind of author Wilson Koewing
In Real Life
Chris Wu
Finally she told him she was feeling the same way, but that she didn’t have the words for it. Just the emoji of the face with only eyes and nothing else.
The Friendly Ghost
Chris R. Morgan
The more lucid among them felt an uplift in his presence; as if, as one patient put it, they were passengers on a luxury ocean liner bound for Europe.
guys i'm just a poet
Chloe Wheeler
what to do with this boyfriend sized chasm?
I Blamed Moldavite for My Ex’s Infidelity So You Don’t Have To
Micaela Gerson
fell into two traps—both of which I later found out were common coping mechanisms for those of us heavily affected by COVID isolation: a toxic relationship and belief in astrology
Grounding Exercise
Kelly Erin Gray
Five things you can see, four things you can touch, three you can hear, two smell, and one taste.
Horse #10
LuLu Johnson
Then there he was, the cowboy whose name I forget, but remember as tall and lank and dressed in slim dark jeans he’d tucked into his boots unembarrassed. Having grown up in Texas, I understood everything about him in an instant on a level the British girl never could.
Danielle D
Erick Bradshaw
It was cold out.
He never did meet the kid.
He arrived in the city with an STD.
Swim At Your Own Risk
Justine Anastasia
Don’t worry. Birdie closed her eyes. It’s fine.
Mama Know I’m Gutter: on Kevin Gates & the Hallways & Street Corners that Raised America
Anthony Thomas Lombardi
There’s more than one way to conquer & that’s to be conquered.
DREAMS: ON DISCOVERY, LOVE, FAILURE, A HEIST AND A RECOVERY IN THE LITERARY WORLD
Seth Kaplan
I.
I started hoarding cash.
I needed about fifty dollars that could not be traced back to me, so I stashed bits here and there: $3 change from the ice cream shop, $4 paying for a round of
“Always Fucking with the Rules” - A Conversation with Victoria Brooks
Jillian Luft
For months, I kept two words in my phone’s Notes app: “Victoria Brooks.” I’d hastily typed in the name during a lunch with writer, Jack Skelley, in Los Feliz. He promised I’d be a fan of her work.
How I Wed My Wofe
Sam Cavalcanti
I had been seeing this girl, Shelby, for about a month when I got married. To someone else.
The summer after graduating college sank me into a deep depression. Most of my friends moved out of
Notes on Leaving
J.L. Moultrie
The Bible illustrates that considering God’s every word is not an endeavor steeped in
safety.
Four Poems
Bradley King
Sun on the creases of someone I love, shadows cut / our funny surface.
Two stories about sex
Irina Varina
The 19th century word for “penis,” in one very well-written red-light district instruction manual for a battalion stationed in Moscow, is “instrument of physiological longing.”
Minority Report
Sachin Benny
There is a good case to be made that I am seeking amnesty in the United States because of the amount of paperwork required to simply exist in India
Golfing with Bruce
Colin Gee
Bruce took one golf lesson at the local country club and rushed home to teach us what he knew: line your toes up in the direction you want to shoot, do not step as you swing like you do in baseball,
Obsolete Taco Bell
Katie Higinbotham
I stare into the drive-thru order box, the cars behind me now three deep.
Decision fatigue. That’s what my therapist calls it. Decision fatigue must be what renders me silent in the Taco Bell
The IMPRACTICAL WONDERFULNESS of ART: Elizabeth Ellen interviews Christopher Zeischegg
Elizabeth Ellen
My point here is that I no longer want my art practice to have a direct and negative impact on my personal relationships.
How to Tell the Size of a Man's Penis via His Texting Style: A Helpful Guide for Valentine's Day
Tracy Dubin
When you texted him something passive aggressive because he didn't answer your text in a timely manner, did he ignore you harder? Small dick energy (SDE).