Posts by S.H. Woodgeard

September 6, 2023 | Fiction

The Redhead

S.H. Woodgeard

My father is talking fast, telling me how the redhead is waiting for him.

September 5, 2023 | Nonfiction

Spotted

Reilly Tuesday

Gone, like T9 texting, is the once exciting novelty of being important, popular, scandalous

August 31, 2023 | Poetry

doing coke in your 30s is like draw thee nearer to god fr

Vivian Medithi

when congress bans our faves we will smuggle them through customs and call it praxis

August 27, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

Trust Issues

Stephen J. Golds

I knew the talk about a baby was another red flag, but the more uncontrollable Amelie became, the deeper I got hooked. I couldn’t go back to what my life was before. I think it had been drowned the

August 24, 2023 | Fiction

On All Fours

Marc Tweed

The thing about Grandma is that she seems to show up unannounced and she doesn’t care about the substance of the prayers, just that they end in Amen.

August 23, 2023 | Fiction

The Losers of Tomorrow

Miranda

 I know Max is probably hard by the time we get to the overlook at the dam. He puts the car in park and tells me he mixed a cd, just for me, because I’m so special.

- I can’t believe this is

August 22, 2023 | Fiction

Gehenna

Chandler Morrison

The sleet has stopped but the cold is something unthinkable. It lends a deathly permanence to the still, heavy darkness. I stand shivering on the sidewalk and look up at the Hollywood sign. I try to

August 18, 2023 | Poetry

Original Obsession

SJ Alexander

I just thirst for barbed wire
 

August 15, 2023 | Fiction

Friendly Advice

Gabrielle A.D.

He’s still rambling about my womanhood, my untapped, ethereal potential, when I reach for a tissue and blow his hot load out of my nostril.

August 13, 2023 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Virgil Abloh Attends a Filipino Party

Lloyd Alimboyao Sy

But her coup de grace was when she started bringing a white boyfriend to our parties. He was a real champion. His name was John.

August 10, 2023 | Poetry

3 Poems

Willow Loveday Little

Motioning the stone girl over, she
deadpans, “It’s grenadine, not blood.”

August 7, 2023 | Fiction

Familiar Angel

Shanti Escalante De Mattei

When the angel came I was young.

August 7, 2023 | Poetry

3 Poems

Nidhi Agrawal

“I like the way how you wriggle when
Your mind doesn’t agree with your heart”

August 4, 2023 | Poetry

50 States

Lindsay Jarrett Smith

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Our translation of home.

August 3, 2023 | Fiction

Touched

Devin Jacobsen

He had lost his virginity to nothing less than the beast of the swamp.

August 1, 2023 | Poetry

Three Poems

John B. Oldenborg

What’s your name? Like an oak
I want to carve a heart
into our washing machine.

July 30, 2023 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

My Brief, Disastrous Attempt at Polyamory

Audrey W.

We started as open, NOT poly. This was a very important distinction to us, despite not having a working definition of either types of relationships. It was, we both agreed, substantially less cringe

July 28, 2023 | Interview

“A magpie for weird”: Jessie Gaynor on her debut novel The Glow

Anna Dorn

Definitely one poet holdover is just being a magpie for weird

July 27, 2023 | Poetry

5 Poems

Devin McNerney

I do this because I need a hobby. Because hobbies are things you do when nobody loves you. I watch movies too.

July 26, 2023 | Poetry

UNDER PRESSURE

Willow Loveday Little

Mysterious beauty spot the farra on cheek.