August 9, 2022 | Fiction
Mother Russia
Alexandrine Ogundimu
And V, who had been high all day and drinking since around 4pm, suddenly realized how fucking bored she was of all of it, of once again drinking her way through grad school in a cool city going to goth nights with people she was or wasn’t in love with and so V thought about getting up mid-sentence and leaving and calling her old sponsor and hitting up a late night AA meeting or maybe even just going home and getting some sleep or crying but instead she just listened to herself charmingly talk about nothing until she couldn’t stand it and asked the girl to dance.
August 8, 2022 | Poetry
I WATCH A TIK TOK AND AM RELIEVED TO LEARN THAT TOAD IS A LEFTIST
Lucas Peel
i think you can learn a lot about a person
based on their Super Smash Bros main. or starsign.
or by asking. how convenient to be told? to learn
in spite of our own misgivings. part of growing
August 5, 2022 | Poetry
What the Dark Reveals
Yvonne Higgins Leach
I wake to the shuffle of wind along the sill.
The soft moon hue weighs on my blanket, saying nothing.
From the fragile dark, experiences remembered
become rocks tied to my ankles and feelings churn
August 3, 2022 | Fiction
Things They Don't Tell You
Moses Z.
As a kid, you don’t really know how swings work. You just move your legs and you get higher and higher. You find out later, regarding the swing, it’s because you are using your momentum through gravity, generating centripetal force to be exact, which creates a back and forth motion. But, for now, on that playground, your sister is swinging next to you and she laughs and yells, Higher! Higher!
The Stories We Tell
Kevin Lichty
What is my obligation in this moment? Is it to my body or to my daughter’s?
Self-Portrait With Life, Death, And Strep In Between
Soeun Seo
Years later, he asked “Do you still use this email?”
and I replied “No.”
Love song as a cryptozoology
Eric Tyler Benick
Sometimes
trauma is a prerequisite for softness.
It depends on where you’re from,
and who you ask, but you should always ask.
Dispatches from the Treehouse: Dad Days of Summer
Joseph Horton
I wish him luck and watch him until he’s halfway around the bowl. There’s something about a chance encounter, especially in baseball, where you don’t want to know too much.
Chanel, Marge Simpson & Me
Mieke Marple
I couldn't fully recall the Simpsons episode in which Marge buys a near-identical pink Chanel dress.
Through the Clinic, I Pass
Cassandra Whitaker
I was a glamour upon a glamour upon a glamour, a mouth devouring a mouth devouring a mouth.
dos poemas
Andrea Alzati
hemos vuelto heridos de una guerra que todavía no empieza
yo perdí una de mis extremidades
y él las perdió todas
1 poem
gg roland
HOW DO I GET MORE WEIRD RUSSIAN ART GALS TO FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM I ASK BECAUSE THEY HAVE THE MOST INTERESTING PROFILES AND SEEM LIKE THEY COULD SUCK YOUR DICK SO GOOD THEY COULD ROB YOU OF
Smells Like Envy
Sophie Bernik
Imagine being so famous and blonde that people love you so much they hate you again.
Toilet Story
Aristotelis Nikolas Mochloulis
When I entered the shop, the cashier looked at me like someone holding a toilet seat.
may God make me as useful as one of those Crown Royal bags.
Michael J Pagán
according to my mother, men
are just thieves rifling through another’s calm...
Word Problems: Asynchronous Learning'/'Downhill
Laura Bandy
You can never return to the track. A hard truth, heaven knows, but heed me— delay the wreck
and coma. Take a longer backwards way and savor that last downhill run, the final door to close.
Home Ghazal (Alvin Says, It Is What We Love That Gives Us Our Names)
Topaz Winters
...she told me she had lived in Singapore
too long to call it home anymore. She hated her name so together we made
her a new one, & like this she finally belonged to herself.
My Abortion Poems
Elizabeth Ellen
Remember when Lena Dunham said
She wished she’d had an abortion?
A Brief History of an Extinction
Amanda-Gaye Smith
I will feel like a bad country cover of a Kate Bush song.
