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November 17, 2021 | Fiction

Last Days at Metropolitan Ave Kmart

Sean Williamson

At the Metropolitan Ave Kmart, there was a parking lot in the sky.

November 16, 2021 | Nonfiction

I Believe in Red

Maya Staples

Cam asks when I am going to change my pants just to prove to his pierced girlfriend that he doesn't like me all that much. I tell him I wash them daily, but he says that doesn’t mean it’s not weird.

 

November 15, 2021 | Poetry

Three Poems

Ellen Skirvin

I grab her hand,
thinking it’s my own and tell her I’d eat it too.

November 14, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Hannah, Danehy Park

Jaclyn Torres

Before Hannah can protest, I get out of bed, put on gray and pink checkered pants and a black top. Having romantic feelings for a woman is new territory; her laugh is all I can think about.

November 13, 2021 | Fiction

NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), or, The Part of the Novel

Brian Alan Ellis

DAY 10:

The part of the novel where your character goes to Applebee’s to forget.

November 12, 2021 | Fiction

Coral Bleaching

Simon Graham

He told me he was in the process of determining the next stage of his life.

November 11, 2021 | Nonfiction

Grey Wolfe LaJoie

Grey Wolfe Lajoie

LaJoie dropped to their knees and shouted out the phrase "Oh dear god!"

November 10, 2021 | Poetry

While My Husband Installs a New Dishwasher

Lea Page

I contribute glasses of water to prevent dehydration, / towels to mop up leaks on the floor, and witticisms,

November 10, 2021 | Fiction

The Frog

Jeff Newman

There was a frog in our house.

November 9, 2021 | Nonfiction

October 2020: Do I Have Thrush?

Claire Sullivan

He works out of that clinic on the corner of Sydney Road, opposite the 7-Eleven. After I visit him I often walk up the road and get an okay bánh mì from the closest vietnamese bakery.

November 9, 2021 | Interview

A Writer's Work: an Interview with JoAnna Novak

Michael Deagler

When we talk about a writer’s work, we are talking about the things she makes: poems, essays, books. It’s a mercantile word to apply to the artistic process, and yet it’s an inescapable one. Short

November 8, 2021 | Fiction

Earl

Peter Krumbach

We’d thought he only taxidermized celebrities’ pets. But then we saw him crossing the yard carrying Mickey Rooney.

November 7, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Hello: It's Not Me You're Looking For

Luna Adler

Like Richie’s “Hello,” Adele’s “Hello” is also an ode to longing.

November 5, 2021 | Fiction

Rambler

Glen Pourciau

She smiles and waves at me. I return her smile, mine more faint than hers, and I see her catching sight of something or someone behind me.

November 3, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Ezra Lebovitz

I have never touched a cow or even
another man.

November 3, 2021 | Fiction

Unabashed

Sean Ennis

A couple was making love outdoors while a grizzly bear watched—it was a tv show— and I thought, this reminds me of me.

November 2, 2021 | Nonfiction

Centerpiece

Justin Chandler

Under the pretense of repairing things, I go to prove I am not broken.

November 1, 2021 | Nonfiction

Penelope Went to Episcopal Church Feeling Melancholy

Jade Song

I will never read this essay out loud, so let me take some risks:

Almond, salmon, Episcopal, peony, Adidas, melancholy, mischievous.

In my head: Owl-mund, sal-MON, epic-SKO-poll.

I add force

October 31, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Someone Could Mean Anyone

Koty Neelis

Still though, that’s fucked up.

I agree, I say. It is fucked up.

October 30, 2021 | Fiction

Hallowed Ground

Kim Farbota

Even in death, I would make a showing of my conscientiousness. I would step into a black trash bag, first removing my heels to avoid a snag. I’d put a note on the outside of a second bag before pulling it over my head.  “Please do not open; call the police.”

October 29, 2021 | Nonfiction

Circular Time

Aarron Sholar

I stand in front of this body-length mirror. The compression vest is gone, the drains are removed, and all the cushioning gauze has been peeled away; I’ve watched video after video of other

October 28, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Eric Wang

Field Report From Concurrent Timelines

(Or: Basketball)

What I’m saying is:

There are countless alternate realities in which Kawhi Leonard’s game seven buzzer beater against the

October 28, 2021 | Nonfiction

Ambire

Shreya Fadia

I’ve never run for political office and have no desire to run—which is not to say that I’ve never thought about it—but I do know what it is to move, to travel, to traverse, to go around for the sake of one’s ambitions.

October 25, 2021 | Nonfiction

Rewatching The Office To Keep My Dead Ex-Boyfriend Alive

Shannon J. Curtin

The last time I dream of him, my dead ex-boyfriend asks me to stop bringing him back.

Usually, when I dreamt him alive, he didn’t speak. I’d sit next to him while he sorted mail. I’d watch him turn

October 25, 2021 | Fiction

The Mermaid

Libby Copa

The water witch said that if I cut my hair and killed the prince and his new bride she would turn my legs back into fins and I could go home. I didn’t have to think about it very hard.

October 24, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Choosing a Wedding Gift for the Only Person You Ever Loved

Dillon Fernando

When I mention this flash of sexual fluidity to people, it bothers them.

October 21, 2021 | Nonfiction

Midsummer in the Spirit Realm

Dave Fromm

Felt, for a minute, like some façade had slipped, like a glitch in the matrix. Is this in fact the car we came in? Are we who we think we are?

October 20, 2021 | Fiction

It's Later Than You Think

Adam McOmber

When I was dead, I returned to my father’s house, an old farmstead in Northwestern Ohio, and I stood alone in the gravel drive, satisfied to see that the house was just as I remembered it—small and gray, rising on a plot of land west of a moonlit apple orchard.

 

October 19, 2021 | Nonfiction

Reality Is Not Enough

Rebecca Mlinek

I checked the rest of the house, but everyone was asleep. I had a brief moment of nothingness, of emptiness, and then terror bloomed.

October 18, 2021 | Poetry

Two poems

Amy Bobeda

in davis at the ceramics conference

on the Easter Bunny’s lap
a polaroid of my heavy bangs

smiles and my mother swears
I loved that bunny so much

I wouldn’t leave the store
to visit