Posts by selen ozturk

January 7, 2025 | Fiction

Passenger

selen ozturk

My dad’s passed, my dad says. He’s driving to cremate and bury him. He tears one minute further from me. Two. His phone clatters on the dashboard. Horns and curses. He says BEEP fuck, if I could BEEP

November 10, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

We Did It When You Bled

Selen Ozturk

Mostly we ordered in pizza and put on slow music that looped and stayed on your rug until our pleasures panged together.

April 14, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

Honest

Selen Ozturk

“I’ve asked you here tonight to tell you I’ve told my wife everything. She’s fine with it, she really is, and I want to really emphasize that. She only asks that we’re not intimate in our bed. Hers