January 13, 2021 | Fiction
Genius Loci
Brittany Ackerman
She imagined walking barefoot across the grass in the backyard, sitting in the hammock and reading that book her teacher from graduate school had published.
January 12, 2021 | Fiction
Dead Dog Spot
Cory Bennet
The landscape was a flat dimension, no mountains or hills. Farmland and ramshackle homes that looked like collages, you could see the years in them.
January 11, 2021 | Nonfiction
272-DATE
Sarah Sweeney
Before the landline was obsolete, Nathan and I lived for late night 272-DATE commercials, our city’s own hotline of lust. You had to be 18 or older to call and of course we weren’t, yet I knew to make
January 10, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays
Without A Happy Ending
Sara Tabin
The diary didn’t have many entries, but it revealed how lonely Sarah had felt.
Culler Release Program
Joshua English
Usually I’d just as soon look away from cruelty, but Lemuel flung that chicken square at my face and my first instinct was to swat her, fretting her clipped wings and shrieking like a raspy old woman, down on the heads of the others. Simple reflex.
The First Execution
Scott Laudati
For a few years, before Carl’s dad won a scratch-off ticket and no one ever saw him again, I called Carl my best friend.
Shake-n-Bake Time
Tom Walsh
We laughed when he called it a “Shake-n-Bake,” but then looked nervously around the room; the crew veterans weren’t laughing.
Spark Hunter: Secret Life of a Matchmaker
Anuja Varghese
Hey girl, heard you’re on the job hunt—and the place I work is hiring! It’s a bit weird, but… Do you want to be a matchmaker?
Dates with Charlie
Julie Goldberg
Charlie would never cannibalize me; he’d have nothing to eat.
Club Tabu
Jillian Luft
We lost my dad somewhere under the blacklights of Club Tabu.
A List of Good Enough Things
Shreya Vikram
My happiest memories all involve an intense desire to be strangled.
Verdugo
Mackenzie Moore
I do not want to talk about how I need to drink more water. The Doctor in Her Eighth Year of Practice has already told me, in so many words, that the life I save might be my own.
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emilie kneifel
after fiona apple
i've waited many years— i didn’t know i was waiting— my myself waited til no one was looking, and it ran, and it ran and—
all my selves run from me. when i look up they’re
Hug Your Mad
Sarah Fawn Montgomery
Mama says mad freezes your face, so little girls with feelings be careful. Anger shows ugly over time, lines between your brows or pulling down the corners of your mouth. Girls should smile, say
Hockenheimring
Sam Farahmand
On Sunday morning, at eight central in middle Tennessee, I watch the Grand Prix. This season is the 70th anniversary of the FIA Formula One World Championship, which feels like enough of a reason to
Meet 2020’s Most Nonessential Santas
Tyler Barton and Erin Dorney
This is the Santa crushing it on Etsy.
This is the Santa denied unemployment.
This is the Santa whose Zoom background brought his therapist to tears.
This Santa doesn’t give a shit—he’s a
This Christmas, We Will Celebrate Around a Cube
Rebecca van Laer
First, I visited my father’s house. After I returned home, my mother asked me to bring her there in the dark of night. We got on the highway, drove north, then took the second exit, but that was all I
My Daughter Has Never Heard of Home Alone or All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth
Adam Hughes
She lives with her mom
two states away
and I wish this was all
I've failed to teach her.
Acting
Danny Lang-Perez
I’m now constructing a mental pool for how long these two can keep up the corporate veneer before they go insane or at least pop Gene in the teeth or at least say Okay you’re done no more pineapple and then whisk away the tray of pineapple Mom and I have not stopped noshing and ogling and noshing...
On Transatlantic Shame
I.S. Jones
1955
Nothing is earned unless something is lost. You lost your father in a car accident, as mommy explained. You are less than a year old and don’t have language for anything, much less grief. The
The Van Man
Elizabeth Morgan
When Michael left for the West, I experienced what in Portuguese is known as saudade, an intense nostalgia for a person.
Four Poems
shy watson
sour
i wanted
in the way
that want follows
bedraggled
a half moon
of bites
it starts
like this
slowly
rara saw
FIRE FIRE
in my eyes
hard to describe
to you who
no longer
Grip
Connor Goodwin
The first time I went rock climbing, I lasted 30 minutes.