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October 15, 2021 | Poetry

Three Poems

Bobby Vanecko

Wisconsin

Can we please
go back to
your uncle’s house
in Wisconsin
that was used in
the movie
Amityville Horror
the house is
definitely haunted
but beautiful
even with the
piles of dead

October 14, 2021 | Nonfiction

Crying at the Russian Ballet

Benjamin Davis

The curtains opened, the ballerinas emerged, toes became violins, hands, trumpets, backs, cellos.

 

October 12, 2021 | Poetry

Six Poems

Laura Theobald

I have decided to hate you for 100 days
As soon as I figure out the first day

October 11, 2021 | Poetry

You Make Me Cry

Molly Zhu

You make me cry

when you talk about her, and only now do I realize
that you never knew your mother at all,
there simply was no space for her in your crowded pocket
carrying poverty like a

October 8, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Bethany Clarke

To Buy

Saccharine body baby,
snot on the inside of my t-shirt like
I’m made of it, I would show up
to their house wrung out by sadness
the earth speeding up through my feet
up through the

October 6, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Amira Maher

analgesic for apostates

nosediving from the ketamine and
distracting myself from the open
wound on my back, crimson-soaked

mesh shorts and criminally cotton
mouth, the nurse flashes flawless

October 3, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Normal Girls Who Aren’t Afraid of Crackers

Meg Thompson

“Maybe your ears are broken,” my husband mused to me one night at dinner.

I was wearing headphones, eyes trained to study my plate, the sight of chewing as triggering as the audible noises. 

October 1, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lena Tsykynovska

Sonnet

     Водопровод – человеческая мысль, связь вещей, победившая хаос, священная организация, централизация. Л. Гинзбург

Everybody finds it easy to wake up in the
morning
I seem to want to

September 29, 2021 | Nonfiction

My Roommate from Eleven North

Barrie Miskin

They liked to brag. Who had the highest dose of anti-psychotic medication? Who had gone the furthest off the rails during a manic episode? And they loved to boast about their suicide attempts. Whose was the most gruesome?

September 29, 2021 | Poetry

The Road

Leonel Sánchez Lopez

a new matchbook

September 29, 2021 | Nonfiction

Unity Trash

Kate McLean

When Tony died, I stopped recycling. The kind of power play that was both meaningful and meaningless.

September 27, 2021 | Fiction

One Night

Jacques Denault

The old man kicked us out after the fight.

September 26, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Prison Killed My Libido

Sheryl Anderson as-told-to Christine Fadden

I don’t write “I have the libido of a sloth” in my online dating profile. I don’t use my real surname now either.

September 21, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Bee Morris

"Casual Tease" and "Aria"

September 20, 2021 | Fiction

Bride School Girls

Amanda Churchill

The Class of 1953 Tachikawa Air Base Bride School girls were fertile, well-fed and rested.

September 19, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

This isn’t a story about being in a wheelchair

Lane Chasek

The only reason I’ve seen Space Jam: A New Legacy so much recently is because I wanted to avoid talking to my wife.

September 17, 2021 | Nonfiction

No News

SJ Han

A ferry will capsize with 476 people on board.

September 16, 2021 | Poetry

Devoted and Very Fine Hunters

Isaac George Lauritsen

Life is viciously short.

September 15, 2021 | Fiction

Dumb and Wide

Mary B. Sellers

"Me, all scatter-shotted words I tried out in the air ..."

September 14, 2021 | Poetry

i love volcanos

Nolan Perla-Ward

i wanna drift like they do...

September 13, 2021 | Nonfiction

Eating Oaks

Jim Krosschell

Spring was months away; I could pretend peril didn’t exist.

September 12, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Looking For Love At A Celibate Barbecue

Joe Leonard

“And then after I came out to my wife, she stumbled across People Can Change,” said the man from Fresno.

September 7, 2021 | Poetry

Looking

Steven Tagle

a new villanelle

September 6, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Reward; When Things Repeat

Sean Thomas Dougherty

Don’t they let you? Don’t they ever let you lay down your head?

September 5, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

The Myth of Healing

Barrie Miskin

n the car, on the way to the hospital, I put my head in my lap and my hands over my ears, willing the city to disappear.

September 3, 2021 | Poetry

Summerboy

NM Esc

i always loved to keep a summerboy around...

September 2, 2021 | Fiction

Errors

John Paul Scotto

But the shortstop is still bothered.

September 1, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Rachel Stempel

"Hot Girl Manifesto" and "Blockbuster"

September 1, 2021 | Fiction

About Fucking

Gabriel Smith

So obviously I couldn’t do it. She would have known it was real.

August 30, 2021 | Interview

"I was trying to be this smart funny guy who writes about his deadbeat hometown and marginalized culture"

Aaron Burch Interviews Anthony Veasna So

Years after reading the story (Junot Diaz' "Drown"), after teaching it to high schoolers (many of them POC), I set out to rewrite this queer of color narrative in my story, "The Monks." I wanted to show how a straight, masculine guy of color could brush up against queerness and feel empowered by it, not scared, even if in the slightest of ways, the slightest of spiritual progressions.