October 10, 2024 | Poetry
I Lost What Was Mine
Sami Matin
I was on my way to guitar lessons, then Pure Math tutoring.
October 9, 2024 | Fiction
REPLY TO ALL
Greg Gerke
I didn’t say anything about your job or your Mark Twain or anything. There’s nothing wrong with working in a factory, there’s nothing wrong with bowling, there’s nothing wrong with having a Star Wars room…
October 8, 2024 | Poetry
Three Love Poems
Patrick Kosiewicz
You can see the universe in anyone's eyes
On Live
Ryan Petersen
I pushed open the door and he was the only guy inside, about to unzip at the far urinal.
How to Make Wedding Pie
Exquisite Armantè
Before you can go to introduce yourself, she reaches in her mouth and pulls out his tongue.
A Review Of Jeffrey Wengrofsky's 'The Wolfboy Of Rego Park'
Eugene S. Robinson
I was pleased beyond all measure at finally reading what I had been avoiding reading.
Fodder for Infinity: A Conversation with Garielle Lutz about Backwardness
Michael Robert Liska
“Once in a while, somebody is interested in what I might have to say. This somebody says, ‘I want to hear you out. I want to hear you out until there’s nothing left. I want you to tell me everything
I Remember Jenny Stax
Scott Laudati
But the merch guy was always your ticket in.
The luckiest girls in the world can turn themselves to stone
Chloe Pingeon
He never returns. That summer, it is just Olive and Rhea.
life is cheap ...
Eric Subpar
i am the machine that desires
and only in such desire
can i exist
crossing the line
Sophie Madeline Dess
It’s not necessarily loneliness that I feel but rather a burgeoning propensity toward violence.
Humiliation
Evan Grillon
“Aren’t hot dogs a little, you know, phallacious?” Sam asked, the words rolling out of his mouth like marbles.
“I’m a Halloweenie.”
“I hate you,” he said under his breath, but just loud enough that he hoped she would hear him.
ROUGH TRADE
MICHAEL CHANG
trying to recall
the newness of our sexual joy
A Shitty Night
Anonymous
I had come out just a year or two prior, and anal sex was new. Nobody taught me anything.
Three Poems
Benjamin Drevlow
Oh. No. I prefer fat men and fingernail clippers.
Three Poems
Cletus Crow
i grew tired of bukowski's penis / even deer looked plastic
Number 10 for Her
Adam Berlin
I taste cigarette in her mouth.
LIKE LIKE LIKE
Lauren Matthews
When we met, I was dazzled by how easily she surrendered to her desire. She’d wake up late and order breakfast from the store down the street, roll in late to work and not think twice.
The Big Asshole
md wheatley
I went in every Manhattan bookstore looking for The Cows by Lydia Davis.
A Fragment A Day Keeps The Ghosts Away: A Review Of Nate Lippens' 'Ripcord'
Danielle Chelosky
Lippens, like most writers and artists in general, occupies this space slightly distanced from the commotion of the world.
Marriage Ghazal
Lily Sadighmehr
I can’t read in Farsi but I taught him how to say kiss, my flower, small, my heart and now the florists know
Shared Google Doc
Benjamin George Coles
We had a shared Google Doc titled ‘Ground rules for this relationship’.
On Being Mad
Jennifer Ostopovich
my first hospitalization was at 13 after swallowing a bottle of Tylenol.




