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August 14, 2024 | Fiction

Bell Peppers

Beth Preece

How I angled myself. How I smoke inside. How things leave impressions.

August 13, 2024 | Fiction

Doubt Is a Hindrance

Alyssa Pelish

this an excerpt from a longer story...

August 11, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

Nerds Gummy Clusters in our Hierarchy of Needs

E.F. Flynn

“I used to buy cigarettes here,” I inform him. I give bite-sized details about myself like this.

August 9, 2024 | Fiction

DREAMS OF SOMETHING LESS AND THEN LONGER THAN YOUR LIFE

Christopher Zeischegg

I knew my assumption was flawed. Not all heterosexual fucking was violence.

August 8, 2024 | Poetry

Trust the Process

Bizarre Miscreant

And never, ever write a poem

August 6, 2024 | Fiction

Excerpt from The Princess of 72nd Street

Elaine Kraf

Sitting there and watching them I unexpectedly got the radiance. My body felt light as a flower, my breathing itself gave me great pleasure and my hair seemed to fly up and outward like wispy silk. I smiled and then laughed. Peter and Melita looked up and laughed also. Such musical sounds. Little bells.

August 4, 2024 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

A Moveable Fetus

Jean Richardson

Foreshadowing!

July 31, 2024 | Fiction

The Monastery

Ara Hagopian

Like all bad people he is only bad for a millisecond at a time. 

July 29, 2024 | Fiction

Mirror Ball

Jack Skelley

The darkness of the nightclub is an airborne aphrodisiac, a medium fixating through more or less “real” encounters among empaths of mind, emotion and body. At their center is the glitter globe,

July 28, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

She Owed Me a Favour, So...

Olive Parker

She kept pulling my hand towards her clit but I was too tired to actually fuck her so I busted onto her milky tits.

July 25, 2024 | Poetry

Three Poems

Emily Jace McLaughlin

The best thing for the future of a word like consent is to just stop talking about all of it.

July 24, 2024 | Nonfiction

Minor's Libido

Alexander Hackett

In 1902, he finally cut off his own penis with a small knife that he'd managed to smuggle into his cell.

July 23, 2024 | Fiction

A Loveless Man

Katie Rice

 

I hover above the toilet, my thighs rock hard as they hold my body in a seated position. The walls are covered in yellowing images of women from the 70s. Half-clothed, their nipples are big and

July 21, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

Men I Have Loved

Susan Segal

He hugged me, kissed the top of my head. “I was wrong,” he said. “Just be grateful I’m not drinking. I can’t do more right now.”

July 19, 2024 | Poetry

3 Poems

Cash Compson

october bumble date

less human. less here.
my mother lost my face and now i’m
everywhere. smeared in public. pulp
in private. self-immolation summer on demand.
i’ll love you all again
at the

July 18, 2024 | Poetry

I Wouldn’t Last a Minute Anywhere

Madi bean

Video surveillance is for your safety 

I lost my thought and now I can't do anything but listen 

 

Writing is only anything if you can sublimate or depreciate the original thing into a

July 17, 2024 | Interview

Parasocial Dreams and Aestheticized Tragedy: Brittany Menjivar and Chandler Morrison in Conversation

Brittany Menjivar & Chandler Morrison

They say you shouldn’t feed the trolls, but trolls are an essential component of the culture.

July 16, 2024 | Interview

Halle Butler on Banal Nightmare

Anna Dorn

I think sometimes what people mean by “likable” as opposed to sympathetic or goodhearted is “conforming to my idea of what behavior I should aspire to.”

July 15, 2024 | Poetry

Five Poems

Sam Robinson

now Icarus has gone swimming and I see him in the Sun

July 14, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

The Writer

Allison Billmeyer

I’m sleeping with another writer who won’t stop talking about his Ex.

July 12, 2024 | Fiction

Pay Pig

Erin AKA Suburban Cutie

On your knees, piggy Macy replied.

July 11, 2024 | Poetry

Five Poems

Cletus Crow

tomorrow is what garfield / hates most of all

July 10, 2024 | Nonfiction

Notes from the Blood Factory: Issue 3, The Night Bitch Cometh

FRANK REARDON

It should be noted that I really love to eat pussy.

July 9, 2024 | Interview

August Thompson on his debut novel Anyone's Ghost

Anna Dorn

I think outside of drinking himself to death, Fitzgerald had a pretty fantastic life.

July 8, 2024 | Poetry

Queer Joy

Thomas Renjilian

There’s a police helicopter in the rainbow!

I’m so happy for Greta Gerwig and all she’s done for gender!

The price is so low when you buy 100 units of Botox at a time!

A psychic told my

July 7, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

TICK-BOMBS AND COCKROACHES

Corey Lof

Corey are you wasting time?

How would I know?

I don’t know.

July 2, 2024 | Poetry

Three Poems

Elmore Collins

Ninety percent of the time 
there are two women.

June 30, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

Spreewasser

Gareth Stack

“I’m a fan of being a good rebound”, Alexander says. “It’s really a sweet spot I think. That’s why its so heartbreaking. It’s so tempting. But that kind of level of closeness and independence is very

June 28, 2024 | Nonfiction

Ugly Sex

Dan Leach

The best futures are the ones that never come.

June 27, 2024 | Nonfiction

Femme Fatality

Sylvia Math

I punched him on the cheekbone, with a closed fist.  He sat up, shocked.