May 24, 2023 | Fiction
JOHNNY-THE-ORDERLY & other stories
Jamie Iredell
When you peed in the cup, Herman was behind you, watching.
May 23, 2023 | Fiction
Girls on Dirty Sofas, Close Together
Adelaide Faith
‘Did you talk about capes,’ he said.
‘Yes,’ Mary said.
May 22, 2023 | Fiction
tethered to the other always
Alexander Fredman
But I don’t even know what a collective is. And I can’t remember if he had tattoos.
May 21, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays
The sky is vampiric
Aimée Keeble
In the train carriage, we’re hot in our furs, brooding and half-drunk.
Society of Elliott Smiths
Teddy Engs
One weird Halloween everybody dressed up as Elliott Smith.
Exponentially Femme: Jenny Fran Davis on Dykette
Anna Dorn
like HFCA is kind of artless manipulation
it’s not subtle
Gulf Stream Kindness
Sam Berman
I was taking a new drug that was making it so I could talk to my car.
Morning Shift
Alyssa Gillon
We loved her but expected her to go on and on, weeping with her flowers and crown, reciting poems.
Self-cleaning car cleans self after nuclear blast
Ben Dreith
People keep saying that they can’t say anything but everyone is saying everything all the time.
Two Bikes, One City
Matthew Binder
Finally, Mr. Mackey, the chair of the school’s English Department, delivered a rambling panegyric about the school’s depth of talented writers. I left my seat in the bleachers to fetch a Dr. Pepper from the vending machine.
When My Mother Could No Longer Talk Me Off the Ledge
Catherine Davis
Like many who quit drinking, my mother became a proselytizer for sobriety.
three poems
Myles Zavelo
I was six years old.
He was a German Shepherd named Andy.
Do You See What I See?
Eve Zelickson
A life spent on your tiptoes, trying to fish the moon from the sky is, in fact, very good.
Two Halves of the Story
Edward M. Cohen
The other half was the memories of the end. The time Teddy had threatened to burn the only copy of my novel.
OPERATION WARP SPEED
Ben Jahn
crushes and snorts several thousand milligrams of sildenafil on a nsfw livestream and masturbates until his heart explodes
god won't let me die
Savannah Whitmer
They were a bull dyke in a bull dyke’s body, so God refusing to LET [THEM] DIE was more like, fuck.
The Piano Players
Teddy Burnette
He struggles to come up with actions that give him a sense of joy or purpose when she is not around.
Is Yours This Good?
Summer Koester
Do I break up with my Venezuelan surfer and move back to Alaska? I debated. Or bring him to the U.S. and marry him?
I've Never Known When to Stop
Sofie Wise
Abigail’s face blotched with hot blood. I made my way to the back of the room, ordered a whiskey at the open bar, repainted my lips cherry red.
Pretty Rachel
Sarah Zoric
Yesterday, The Coffee Cart Guy on 38th and 6th had sex with Rachel on the floor of his metal breakfast cart.
Confessions of a Teenage Opium Queen
Rostam Tabrizi
The humid air mingling with my warmth stretches my sense of self this morning. Settling again into my day, I guide myself to the kitchen to make my breakfast. The routine comforts me. I’m tragically