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July 6, 2021 | Nonfiction

Facing Charges

Ben Nickol

And yet, and yet, from the rear pew of my mind came a rude slurping as my straw probed the ice of a Pepsi.

July 4, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

My Boyfriend Who Lives in Canada

jen ly

We get back together, because of course we do. He is better, now. Therapy helps both of us.

July 2, 2021 | Nonfiction

None of This is Okay

Sara Heise Graybeal

Dan texted his wife before going on the ventilator. She shares most things on Facebook, and she has disclosed this last message, too.

June 25, 2021 | Nonfiction

When You Have a Traumatic Brain Injury, You Should Really ‘See Stars’

Susan Hatters Friedman

Tom Selleck, in his best reverse mortgage voice, volunteers to call your parents and break the news that their daughter almost died. Your mom is happy to hear from him since she always liked Magnum P.I.

June 23, 2021 | Nonfiction

Jayne St. Mansonfield

Adam Klein

 

She arrived at my apartment at 3 a.m. with a soft suitcase on her head, a handle positioned over one eye. I could see the netting in her matted blonde wig. Her broken eyeliner and stained lips

June 22, 2021 | Nonfiction

Where Is My Haka?

Janet Rodriguez

After we finish doing the dinner dishes together, Mario heads into the living room and picks up the remote control.

“Guess what?” he says, turning on the TV. “New Zealand is playing England in

June 20, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Sphere

Iva Moore

I saw into the face tattooed on his thigh and thought, I am not afraid.

June 13, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Every time I smell chlorine I think I’m in a brothel

Rupert Taylor

Going to work after you’ve been on an meth bender in a brothel is not a good idea,

June 9, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Sweet Things We Shared

Serena Alagappan

Sangria at a soup shop. Pieces of peach and apple in the wine. The skin of the fruits unpeeled in my mouth. Sangria even though it was winter, early evening, cold and already dark out. Goblet-sized,

June 8, 2021 | Nonfiction

Rape Feelings in Eight Phases

Amber L. Carpenter

It’s a Tuesday at 3 pm, which means it’s time for my therapist to remind me that I am a victim of a violent crime.

June 7, 2021 | Nonfiction

Two Shorts

Heather Domenicis

The house on Olean street stands as it once did, a formerly bright white house, the sidings been torn off, revealing dark greenish-black shingles. This house, the black sheep of the neighborhood.

June 6, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Sunshine & Triple Antibiotic

Tall Milk

My father locked his children up in a house for years for fear that they would die of pesticides from plants. More than that, we were locked in our rooms with a gate.

June 4, 2021 | Nonfiction

Wild Plotlines

Jane Halpert

There’s a story my father used to tell from his days as an ER resident. An old lady showed up for care, and when he asked her what had brought her in, she calmly raised a hand, showing him her palm. It was pierced straight through with a long darning needle.

June 3, 2021 | Nonfiction

Ethnic Identity

Aram Mrjoian

Bet you’ve only made lahmajoon from scratch once. Bet you’ve made pierogi dough once. Bet your attempts at grandma’s pilaf recipe are crunchy and undercooked, noodles burnt, stuck to the bottom of the pot.

June 2, 2021 | Nonfiction

Thirst & Trap

Bronson Lemer

I approached looking at thirst traps like I did those Magic Eye 3D posters I’d stared at as a kid. If I stared long enough, I believed, I could see something real in those thirst traps.

June 1, 2021 | Nonfiction

How to Rescue a Bobcat

Kelly Gray

One day, I end up on the side of the road next to a bobcat who is thrashing after being hit by a car.

May 31, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Scent of Bread

Michelle Cacho-Negrete

Bread has its own history, its own holiness. Flour was pounded from prehistoric plants then roasted on the hot stones of Neanderthal fires. Ancient Egyptians milled grain between giant rocks, dark, mixed flour, imperfect loaves with heady scent.

May 31, 2021 | Nonfiction

Waterbaby

Cameron Gorman

I -- Book

In every house of our memories, there is a book. In the basement of mine, there is a paperback with pictures of the sea. 

The underwater camera is smeared with the blurriness of

May 30, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

How We Looked Together

Unity

The first six months I took hormones I was frumpy and ridiculous looking. I didn’t know anything about makeup or styling

May 27, 2021 | Nonfiction

Why the Smell of Coffee Makes You Retch

Fiona McPhillips

Because you are ten, pink skin streaked with freckles and sunscreen, sea salt on your lips as you run your tongue around your ice-cream, and a man with a grey wire moustache puts his hand on your leg and asks your mum when he can marry you, and the sand of his handprint sticks to your skin no matter how hard and raw you scrub it.

May 25, 2021 | Nonfiction

If You Were A Tasmanian Devil

Erin Schallmoser

Tasmanian devils (yes they are real animals) give birth to about 40 babies at a time but they only have four teats and so what that means is that the first four babies that make it to those four teats are the only ones that survive and do you know what happens next?

May 23, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

The End of Small Talk

Kelsey Swintek

 

Tim tells me that broke up is strong language to use. I wonder how he would describe our ending. Broke up implies an entity to be broken, but we never made it that far. I still don't know what we

May 21, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Foreign Zoo: Tour(s)ing in Place

Richard Holinger

Our return to campus one evening to discover spray-painted in black on the university’s entrance wall, “ICI ZOO ETRANGER” (HERE IS THE FOREIGN ZOO).

May 19, 2021 | Nonfiction

In Bristol

Mary Portser

Conscious of your eyes on me, but unwilling to let you derail my mission, I whispered to myself, “You’ve ungently, Brutus…”

May 18, 2021 | Nonfiction

Seven Years

Brecca Smith

We go from ecstatic to great to good to therapy. I go to bed numb and wake up furious. I leave you for the couch every night. Is year seven always like this? When Marilyn Monroe makes a movie about

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