January 15, 2025 | Fiction
Spooky Action at a Distance
Alexander Hackett
You're glowing, she said. And why would I be glowing? It can't be the gutrot wine, or last week's fast food lunches. It can't be my Quasimodo limp, I smashed my toe on a fire hydrant trying to
January 14, 2025 | Poetry
Obedience Training
Mickie Kennedy
Run to him,
it urged. Drop to your knees
January 12, 2025 | fucked up modern love essays
The Silent T
Lynn O'Leary
His friends document their lives incessantly. Shots of grand scenery from lookout points. Screenshots of their heart rates and macros.
January 10, 2025 | Fiction
Breaststroke
Talia Vyadro
When she used to swim at night her bones cut through water like perforating paper. It was always the same ritual, pants off first with a slight shimmy, arms up high overhead to get rid of the
Backtrack and Prune
Josh Lovins
It is a horrible thing to lose a friend, they said, and their saying this made him angry. What did they understand? They didn't understand a single thing.
from: Vasectomajestic
Jacob Schepers
I am at such peace but I take a beat
to pause, that’s all, to feel so full, hearted, set.
Peekaboo
Reza Jabrani
“We’re watching Bluey,” I say. “And we’re starving,”
A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again, New Years Edition
Emma Burger
There she was, deep in a Lexapro/cocaine induced blackout.
I Wanted Violence
Jean Marie
The truth is i wanted to owe.
but i couldn't say that, that kind of available, that i wanted a knife at my throat demanding all my money, in the bag now;
Fred Wilkes
May Robbins
I sit in my flat and stare at my phone and try to weigh up the risks of calling, weigh up my own exhaustion with life
Ocean View
Steven Volynets
A woman's shriek broke from the dining area, something in English trailing off into Italian.
Keekah laughed heartily, "the mafia wife is calling."
Weird Fishes
Andrew P. Heath
I was informed that it was going to be some kind of horror and pornography mash-up. Lisa promised a murder.
excerpt from Where When It Rains
John F Duffy
I held out my fist, “Midwest love.”
She touched her knuckles to mine.
an example of a letter you could draft to LUIGI MANGIONE
Leya Ivanov
In Materialist MEDICINE in Literature with G you’re talking about the construction of the actual institution of SICKNESS. Like, if you have to take PILLS every day are you really CURED?
3 Cloud Poems
Madelyn Grace
I intimidate men
With my intensity
Please don’t be scared of me
Neptune Unbound
Sona Lea Dombourian
I most certainly am not acting out, I inform Mom via ESP, as she silently bids me to exercise her extolled virtue of impulse control. Across from us at the dinner table looms a leering lech
MAN STRUCK BY STRAY BULLET, SURVIVES UNSCATHED
Cletus Crow
At first, Grandpa thought a hawk had dropped a rabbit on Dad's head.
we remember what it's like to be in love: 3 poems
Tyler Dempsey
i turned out alright
DON'T MAKE ME ANGRY
Greg Gerke
Can I sue ABC and Universal Televison for making the Hulk’s transformation overly sexual? I ask a lawyer on Main Street, but he requests that I leave, he has to get a lice treatment.
ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT SUICIDE
Sam Cooke
Acne in my nose
Dust on my hands
Oil on my boots
Sugar in my blood
Connecticut
Nora Goodbody
The drive to Connecticut was easy. There were hardly any other cars on the road. It was foggy and grey and the highway seemed to stretch out endlessly in front of me. The governor had warned against
WHAT'S SO HORRIBLE
Amy DeBellis
“What’s so horrible about being able to take all the emotions you don’t want to feel and just vomit them out of you, and then you’re clean, you’re done with them, you’re numbed out and high?”
“What’s so horrible about being able to get high on your own emptiness, on your strength and your willpower, on your superiority, on how you’re able to get by on so little, you may as well be made of air?”
Last Friday Night
Odelia Wu
Feels like the hour before closing at Chuck-E-Cheese.