September 5, 2023 | Fiction
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.
September 5, 2023 | Nonfiction
Spotted
Reilly Tuesday
Gone, like T9 texting, is the once exciting novelty of being important, popular, scandalous
September 3, 2023 | Rejected Modern Love Essay
Good Enough for Government Work: Becoming a Cam Girl
Brittany Micka-Foos
One night—which was, as it turned out, my last night camming
September 1, 2023 | Fiction
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
On All Fours
Marc Tweed
The thing about Grandma is that she seems to show up unannounced and she doesn’t care about the substance of the prayers, just that they end in Amen.
The Losers of Tomorrow
Miranda
I know Max is probably hard by the time we get to the overlook at the dam. He puts the car in park and tells me he mixed a cd, just for me, because I’m so special.
- I can’t believe this is
The Beer Run
Ivan Kenneally
As a young boy, I lived in the Bronx in the mid-1980s during a time when it was infamous for its squalor, a third-world dilapidation captured in movies like Martin Scorcese’s Taxi Driver. I remember
In The Year Of My Descent
Steve Anwyll
The only noise I hear is the hum of electricity, subtle as the sound of the universe whispering.
Victim Impact Statement
J. H.
I am not sorry about most things I’ve done; I really do try my best to be good.
Tennis Lessons, 1983
Chris Girman
My opponent was curly-haired and perpetually smirking. Everything around him – his fancy collared shirt, shoes, wristbands, tennis bag – was emblazoned with an Adidas logo
Everybody Hurts
Camille Sauers
The boys stood in the vacant lot outside the convenience store, which was closed today due to a special occasion. There was even a sign on the door. Armando was getting high again. Stew was quiet.
On Shape, Repetition, and Strangeness: Tao Lin interviews Jesse Nathan
Tao Lin
To repeat something can be a form of stuckness. But it can also be an ecstatic cry.
Friendly Advice
Gabrielle A.D.
He’s still rambling about my womanhood, my untapped, ethereal potential, when I reach for a tissue and blow his hot load out of my nostril.
Virgil Abloh Attends a Filipino Party
Lloyd Alimboyao Sy
But her coup de grace was when she started bringing a white boyfriend to our parties. He was a real champion. His name was John.
Nobody Remembers Participating in a Mob: EE interviews Stephen Elliott
Elizabeth Ellen
I did become very close to many people in the McSweeney’s universe. A lot of those people were great, and a lot of them were just ambitious people with no integrity whatsoever.
Day One at the All-Inclusive
Carly Alaimo
Dolphins are too good for this world, I think, as I reluctantly, fearfully, kiss one on its domed rubbery mouth while someone snaps a picture.




