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July 9, 2020 | Nonfiction

Minor Epiphanies

Shya Scanlon

ON Drugs, Magic, and the Sanctity of Losing Your Shit

Like any self-respecting Gen-Xer, I spent the bulk of my teenage years doing drugs. I tried all kinds: ecstacy, mda, coke, meth… I even tried

July 8, 2020 | Fiction

Lady Time

Grace Campbell

But I didn't feel sick anymore, was the thing. The sweating, capsizing sensation, the kaleidoscope of Muppets I saw square dancing behind my eyelids on that third night when it was legitimately bad, all that had been weeks ago and still everyone brought my mother food. 

July 8, 2020 | Poetry

in the year 2148, our only nakba

Fargo Tbakhi

is the egg yolk, broken when it was meant to be fried, 
the sobbing of a child who’s just found 
that their favorite character does not survive, 

the scraped knee, the store out of cigarettes

July 7, 2020 | Poetry

My Grandpa Didn’t Immigrate, He Fled Japanese Occupation

Troy Osaki

                                                 ⁠–⁠After José Olivarez 

When Carly’s body
isn’t a body but ash
they wish to be poured
into Lake Washington
below a sun becoming half
a sun,

July 7, 2020 |

Fine Line, Harry Styles

Brianna Schullo

Fine Line
Harry Styles
Released: December 13, 2019
Label: Columbia and Erskine
Length: 46 minutes, 12 songs

 

My review is best summed up by alternative titles for each track because this is

July 6, 2020 | Nonfiction

Queasy

Maya McCoy

Until this year, I didn’t know I get seasick.

I board a boat on the northern coast of what they now call Sri Lanka, outside my ammah’s hometown, and I sit down below. I accept my friend’s offer of

July 6, 2020 | Fiction

The Healer

Rebekah Frumkin

“Louis has stopped taking his dose.”

Sarah lowered herself to her knees in front of the fridge, continuing to uselessly rearrange the sanguinium. 

“We think maybe you can spend some extra time with him, maybe get him to start taking it again,” Tim said. “You do great with Dotty.”

July 5, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Call Me By Our Name

Sarah Ruth Bates

Normal: a word-world I, as cisgender, could claim. That she couldn’t. So many label traps. Normal, gender, virginity. Sarah.

July 5, 2020 |

New York Strange, vol. 5

Caits Meissner

July 3, 2020 | Fiction

物の哀れ

Joshua Hebburn

Hours later, when all these thoughts and feelings had been erased by his pressing occupations, he got a text from her.
“dont b mad”

July 3, 2020 | Fiction

Being

Bram Riddlebarger

“There are some things that just cannot be reconciled,” the duck quacked, as it waddled across the path.

The man was disturbed. There seemed to be no end to the rain's falling, but only he was

July 2, 2020 | Fiction

The Girlfriend Who Wasn’t a Girlfriend

Dalton Monk

We spent most of the night watching Billy Madison and eating ice cream and cookies and building a fort.

July 2, 2020 | Poetry

Puig

Miguel Murphy

I took the test. 
Persistent rash? 
A cough? A rumor. 
A fungus 

from that polluted 
Ipanema beach. 
I smiled when I heard, 
took a drag, bent 

my wrist, palm up. Juana 
Delledonne.

July 1, 2020 | Fiction

Huddled Faceless in Nippon: An Excerpt

Dale Brett

Later that night, past midnight, I quietly hear her leave the apartment. I don’t stir. I don’t ask her what, where or why. I stay perfectly still and pretend to be asleep.