Posts by  Katie Gene Friedman

March 23, 2023 | Fiction

2 Fictions

 Katie Gene Friedman

“My grandma drinks that,” the kid ahead of me at Duane Reade snarks at my six-pack of Ensure bottles.

March 20, 2023 | Fiction

Hand on Thigh

Lexi Anderson

It’s me and Helena. Helena and me.

March 14, 2023 | Nonfiction

If It Makes You Happy

Laura Dzubay

She feels bad for being taken aback before; she really is a very nice doctor.

March 13, 2023 | Fiction

Für Elske and the landlord, Mr Koen Leeuwens

Arturo Desimone

The attic room in the student town of Ordrecht went for 365, 52 euros monthly, not including the safety-deposit, called borg in Dutch.

“Lucky boy, just too late. Because we have crisis in Holland,

March 13, 2023 | Fiction

Playground

Andrew Hahn

In the mornings, the woman sees her husband off to work in her night dress, sometimes with curlers in her hair. After he leaves, she always lights a cigarette and stands with the glass-paned storm door cracked open. I can tell the inside of their house smells like knock-off Estée Lauder and menthol smoke.

March 9, 2023 | Poetry

4 poems

Laine Derr

I fucked his heart, ruined the fitted sheets,
flamingos left erect in a pool of afternoons

March 7, 2023 | Poetry

4 Poems

gg roland

other byproducts are produced
sticky sweat, the stink of loneliness

March 3, 2023 | Trip Reports

Pure and Consuming Terror

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We drank the acid. I immediately felt fucked.

March 2, 2023 | Fiction

Two Stories

David Kuhnlein

I imagined finding him hanged beneath the creak of a taut rope as often as I didnt.

February 28, 2023 | Poetry

Hit something

Hayden Church

Do you ever get mad
and want to 
hit something?

February 20, 2023 | Poetry

3 Poems

Lucia Duero

This marriage project
What a blast

February 17, 2023 | Trip Reports

Twelve Hour Karma Cycle

Sam Redlark

A few minutes later I was presented with a tall, condensation-covered glass, containing an opaque, dark-green liquid that looked like it had been skimmed off the surface of a stagnant pond. I took a tentative sip.

February 16, 2023 | Fiction

Maximo the Magnificent

Adam Johnson

How they stabbed me and got away with it!

February 15, 2023 | Interview

Jen Beagin on her “fast-paced and horny” novel Big Swiss

Anna Dorn

I guess my approach is not to take myself too seriously, which sounds kind of dumb and obvious, and just to write the sort of book I most like to read, which is usually something heavy but also light on its feet, fast-paced and horny, and generally not too full of itself.

February 15, 2023 | Poetry

2 Poems

David Kirby

Sometimes they say, You can’t really teach someone to write a poem, in which case you might answer, Well,
not you.

February 13, 2023 | Poetry

I’ll kill myself if you leave

John Doe

Our lovemaking is a demilitarized zone.

February 9, 2023 | Poetry

2 poems

anika jade levy

i don’t think there will be booze
for sale, the style writer says, 
because it’s a synagogue

February 8, 2023 | Poetry

fragments

Blake Middleton

in the midst of a historic crisis, i ride my bike to the river

February 1, 2023 | Poetry

Five Poems

Ashley D. Escobar

I vomited
up a prophecy in a dive bar,
inhaling hot dogs.

January 23, 2023 | Fiction

Bath Salts

Andrea Taylor

I can tell she’s not convinced. But I’ve been Googling symptoms: confusion, nausea, loss of appetite, changes in sleep patterns, visual hallucinations, erratic behavior.