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October 9, 2020 | Nonfiction

In Praise of Bean Counters

Alice Lowe

1.

I worked for eighteen years as the associate director of a nonprofit organization. The director and I were an effective team, in part because of our complementary strengths. I liked to say that

October 8, 2020 | Nonfiction

Remedy: A Partial Account of Medicines

Rachel Mindell

Letrozole (2.5mg)

Pharmacists are torn over which tone to take with me, Letrozole being used primarily to treat breast cancer in post-menopausal women after surgery. In Google summary, a

October 4, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

I Saw Jim Jarmusch Yesterday

Ali Motamedi

I saw Jim Jarmusch yesterday.

October 1, 2020 | Nonfiction

Crawdad Hunters

Jacey de la Torre

Jilly and I fought a lot when we were kids. When other folks tell me they never fought with their siblings, I think about all the circumstances in their childhood that would have made that a remotely

September 28, 2020 | Nonfiction

Pufferfish: Love in the Deep Blue

Serena Alagappan

I sometimes wish we were pufferfish. There are the general perks of being a marine creature: silky filament gills that gulp oxygen from water, flippers to whirl through the waves, eyes that open in

September 27, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

JFK

Zoe Underhill

This diner has been here since 1949 but I am sure that no one has ever looked as beautiful as you do sitting on these red vinyl seats. 

September 20, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

SB"F" 4 bird

Mukethe Kawinzi

 




 

FARMHAND LONGS FOR LOVE FROM ABOVE

 

Thought regaling twilight with porch-grown ukulele melodies would suffice to lure somefowl over but since experience

September 17, 2020 | Nonfiction

Good with Dogs

Rose McMackin

I slept with Sam in my bed when he was still a puppy, even though this is supposed to be a bad way to train a dog. He woke me up sometimes in those early months when he was never tired and always

September 13, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

My Love Affair With The Dead

Joyce Hayden

About two weeks into the Coronavirus Quarantine, I began noticing some odd behaviors.

September 6, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

Throwback

Nora Lange

All the Lovesick attendees were gathered outside to listen to the event’s MC, but he was struggling to figure out how to turn on his mic.

August 30, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

My Love Don’t Cost A Thing

Elizabeth Brooks

The night before the Super Bowl, we were drunk in Miami after hours of non-stop tequila Sprites.

August 28, 2020 | Nonfiction

It’s Day Sixteen and I’m Googling Victor Buono

Meghan Louise Wagner

Victor Buono played King Tut in the 1960’s Batman show. He waddled in gold and red robes, his campy lisp at full-tilt. His voice warbled from his gut. He also played the Boston Strangler, a fat man in

August 27, 2020 | Nonfiction

American Money

Lynne Beckenstein

The circular is peppered with the “free” of Buy One Get One Free, as opposed to the “free” that is both propaganda and sacred text. I know, in total, the Arabic for peach, name, gesundheit, and thank you.

August 26, 2020 | Nonfiction

Left Turns Cause More Deaths

Kathryn Wohlpart

im always in the wrong lane

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.

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.

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.

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.

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. 

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.

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?

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

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

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.

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.

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