January 8, 2024 | Fiction

Baby Birds

Miriam Gordis

Getting chemical poisoning together seemed romantic, the closest you could come to being entombed, Pompeii-style, in each other’s arms.

January 7, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

Let's Date (So We Can Break Up)

Henryk Kessel

In terms of a break-up, gonorrhea is a god-send.

January 5, 2024 | Fiction

Take Me to Your Gravel World

Frances Schnepff

all these changes in my life were made without my consent

January 5, 2024 | Nonfiction

July 26, 2022

Danielle Chelosky

I wanted you to count on me—if not as a lover, then at least as an object for your using.

January 4, 2024 | Interview

The Art of a Boring Diary, The Point of a Memoir: An Interview With Alice Carrière

Andie Blaine

Normalcy has no moment to collapse because it is absent from the start.

January 3, 2024 | Poetry

2 Poems

Enya Fang

Blood dots my eyelids as the

pewter waves drag you under.

January 2, 2024 | Nonfiction

Six Vignettes

Ashley D. Escobar

Sometimes he’ll cum on my face, and I’ll have to hear about it in one of his poems.

January 1, 2024 | Poetry

3 Poems

Amelia K.

We only know how to give
ourselves to each other when
we're anyone other than ourselves

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