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July 31, 2026 | The Cost of Living: Curated by Julia Laxer

A Trip to the Desert

Elizabeth Hall

BABY ANGEL 

 

I waited for her to arrive. We planned to drive to the desert, camp in the shadow of sandstone boulders. On Monday, her tire blew out. On Tuesday, she slept late, too late to set

July 31, 2026 | Fiction

Keffer

David Gladfelter

Riley took a little step forward and looked up. “Do you want to play Xbox with us?”

July 30, 2026 | Poetry

Two Poems

Eric Subpar

déjà vu; the present doing / an impression of the past; / an inversion of echoes; / resonance as viewed through / bed posts; a forest of legs / under a row of tables.

July 29, 2026 | Book Review

Walking Across America with Sean Thor Conroe

Emma Burger

In the years since my own trip, at 23, I’ve grown generally more wary of people. Have developed a much needed cynicism when it comes to random acts of generosity.

July 29, 2026 | Fiction

RECREATE PATROCLES

James Jacob Hatfield

The nuclear fission that generated heat should not have been survivable after one hour.

July 28, 2026 | Fiction

Burns with Brimstone

Alex Rost

The room is small and empty and unfamiliar. A pool of vomit in the corner. Cigarette butts ground into yellow carpet. What seem to be streaks of blood coat the walls. It looks like it smells like shit, but all he can smell is the piss in his costume.

July 28, 2026 | Poetry

Three Poems

Wiliam Taylor Jr.

These days the dead feel / more alive than the living

July 27, 2026 | Fiction

Sexual Harassment

Danielle Chelosky

I was excited at the idea of killing a man, because I thought I really deserved it.

July 27, 2026 | Nonfiction

Paideia

J.L. Moultrie

In winter, a year and a half ago, a patrol car escorted me to a shelter. I had just begun processing the dissolution of a ten-year relationship when I found myself unhoused. After my first night in the shelter, I woke to a text from my ex-girlfriend: you’ll thank me one day.

July 26, 2026 | fucked up modern love essays

Hurting Myself and Others

Maggie Koons

“Björk.”

“That explains it.”

July 24, 2026 | Poetry

My Heart Is Taking the Turing Test

Holly Coleman

I’m sorry my body keeps becoming a metaphor. / I’m sorry I kissed every sign looking for the thing it signified. / I’m sorry I wanted proof.

July 22, 2026 | Poetry

Three Poems

Cletus Crow

i don't own a time machine / so here i am gargling syrup / at waffle house at 2:13 a.m.

July 20, 2026 | Fiction, Nonfiction

Pure Protein

Iryna Somkina

I hadn’t written a line of prose in years. I was a corporate machine running on fumes, yet this girl in a G-string was playing the oracle.

July 19, 2026 | fucked up modern love essays

Your Therapist Calls You Codependent

Jade McGregor

Loving Someone with Borderline Personality Disorder instructs you to maintain boundaries

July 17, 2026 | Fiction

Physical Confirmation

Lys Granier

My task is to record, photograph and label every item the unclaimed dead leave behind. Each file arrives in a brown envelope stamped Housing Bureau - Unclaimed. The instructions are clear: take nothing, feel nothing, sign all pages.

July 16, 2026 |

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHELSEA MARTIN

Elizabeth Ellen & friends

I felt really supported and loved when Chelsea cut her bangs too.

July 16, 2026 | Nonfiction

Oxygen Bar, Vegas, 2016

Chelsea Martin, Chloe Caldwell, Elizabeth Ellen

“We should be making deals,” Chloe said.

“Healthy competition,” I said.

“I don’t have any Twitter followers,” I said

July 16, 2026 |

WHO STOLE MY TAMPONS?????

Chelsea Martin

I got my period the moment we got to the hotel. Getting my period wasn’t going to affect any of my plans, and was no big deal, really, aside from the fact that I refuse to pay attention to my body so am always completely surprised when my period comes. As such, I had brought no supplies to Miami with me.

July 16, 2026 | Interview

Lil Bitch: An Interview With Chelsea Martin

Elizabeth Ellen

You have a great deadpan delivery that lends itself to humor. You’re so quiet, and yet so fucking hilarious.

It’s funny cos I try so hard to be expressive and everyone always gets deadpan.

July 16, 2026 | Nonfiction

Goth Ryan

Chelsea Martin

Tara and I were impressed by the Goth subculture Goth Ryan and Tara’s boyfriend took part in not just because of the black strappy clothes, black fingernails, and heavy eye makeup (which we immediately began imitating), but also their directness and openness about feelings of sadness and rottenness. 

July 15, 2026 | Fiction

Foster Fail

Laurence Klavan

Doodles had no memory of life before the circus.

July 14, 2026 | Fiction

Adult Contemporary

Rob Schwartz

It was over by the apples where I noticed her. She was reaching for a Braeburn, smelling it, and when she looked to her right, I saw her face. Pretty. Pale skin and dark eyes. So familiar.

Where

July 14, 2026 | Poetry

Two Poems

Louis Packard

hella errands before dark / hella bros still on the clock

July 13, 2026 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lilly Merrill

Blue auras transmitted in a backroom, patched / by metal through our fingertips. The reality of my / posture in Polaroid, bloated figure at home in some / crowning, dispiriting frieze.

July 12, 2026 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Solana, Solana 

Allie Gahr

One day we were instructed to pair up for a meditation.  Our mats were side by side

July 10, 2026 | Poetry

Happy Birthday

Isabelle Newson

In a house, lungs are the window. Organs, vases on shelves in rooms. Visitors are light.

July 9, 2026 | Poetry

three poems from filmed media

Z.H. Gill

they’re starting to appeal to women
who had written them off as lunatics.

July 8, 2026 | Fiction

The Guy Who Was Just Like Me

Gideon Leek

That night, I spent hours scrolling reels on Instagram. I stopped to watch a monkey on skis.

July 7, 2026 |

The Kevin Hart Roast & Other Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

The women and I had met in a 12 step program
So there were things we didn’t tell each other
And one of my things was
I’d written a comedy special years ago
In the heart of my alcoholism
Which is when, I guess,
You’re most likely to write
A comedy special

July 6, 2026 | Poetry

Dog Songs

Zachary Swezy

Everyday hajj to the blackdesk obelisk. 

Train back and forth.

I am five minutes tall, seated at my desk.

I shrink by seconds, bored and melancholic.