September 25, 2023 | Fiction
The Branzino
Greta Schledorn
I’ve always wanted someone to tell me what I want, to sell me on a life I want to live.
September 24, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays
Molly and I Always Went To the Fancy Taco Bell in East Waterbury Instead of the Shitty One Downtown
Cash Compson
The summer she was without anyone
and I had just left the other girl
in Jersey City,
Molly and I kissed at her house. We were adults
who lived with our parents. She seemed like
September 22, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays
For Jodi
E.B. Griffin
He was too poor to erect an everlasting monument in her likeness, all he could afford were words.
September 21, 2023 | Nonfiction
No Saint, No Martyr
Gabriel Hart
I’m trying to do this story to get Kim’s feelings out there, but there seems to be a lot of secrecy and rumors about her death as if people are ashamed of how she died instead of why she died…
Bombs Bursting In Air: From New York to the Crystal Coast with the Wartime Author
Derek Maine
Literature is happening all of the time, all around us, all at once.
Waiting Through the Ones Who Came After You
Ella Schmidt
That was my youth: I developed a sickness, a ruinous crush on the man at the filling station
You have the ass of a fully grown cherub
Laughlin Cole
When a cherub grows up, he hates angels.
Rejecting Beauty Like Nico and Baudelaire
Vanessa Aricco
We chased the tail laid before us. Scratching and sniffing our way to pain. We took turns leaving consciousness for a few seconds.
Evel Knievels
md wheatley
I was driving down the freeway listening to Third Eye Blind way too loud
The Horoscope
Hayden Church
My friend asks if I believe in / gay marriage
As the World Echoes
Laine Derr
I was stationed in Osh, a forty minute flight south of the capital. I had
a decent sized apartment
You're Not in Love You're Just High
Lilly Grainger
1. A bottle of orange wine – half a packet of cigarettes.
2. You caught at the bar the space so crowded that people were practically caught under your armpits – grinning nervously, two pina coladas in hand.
3. A kitchen dance – or two.
4. Luther Vandross.
William Burroughs and Sheila Heti on a post-harcore band tour bus, Dante as tour manager, Italo Calvino the support band: A review of Geoff Rickly's debut novel Someone Who Isn't Me
Adelaide Faith
Part I of the book is titled Forest.
Future Present
Brad Phillips
Bobby was going down, not on a woman or a man but fast and with extreme force into the frost covered asphalt of a Holiday Inn parking lot, five minutes from the Detroit airport.
The Redhead
S.H. Woodgeard
My father is talking fast, telling me how the redhead is waiting for him.
Headphones
Katie Frank
Once her parents were reliably asleep she helped herself to a long hot shower, a respite which was what she imagined drugs must be like.
Spotted
Reilly Tuesday
Gone, like T9 texting, is the once exciting novelty of being important, popular, scandalous
Good Enough for Government Work: Becoming a Cam Girl
Brittany Micka-Foos
One night—which was, as it turned out, my last night camming
The Olfacteur
Eric Sacks
“Must have been rich kids,” says Al. “A lot harder to make money staying anonymous.”
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
U C what U want
Xairan Ray
It all started with a wrong clap. I remember that because Dave was saying that when she was born, her dad got mad that she clapped on the 1 and the 3 and not the 2 and the 4. He was clapping weird.
three stupid girl love poems
Greta Rainbow
what do i fucking care what gloria e. thinks of me?
do i not have the right to nitrous oxide
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
7 Poems
helen killa
I get insecure when you say things like
I was born when you were 15