August 16, 2021 | Nonfiction
Vivian Maier
Katie Burke
We long to see the world from her point of view, the worker. But do not ever long to be the worker.
August 15, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays
My Chinese Mother Snagged My Husband of 40 Years
Yvonne Liu
My mother had been on a rampage to find me a husband since I started college.
August 13, 2021 | Interview
Maggie Siebert On: Hyper-morality, Transgressive Fiction, Her Collection “Bonding,” and Why She Chose to Make it Available for Free Via Twitter
Shelby Hinte
Really I think all art should be freely available
August 13, 2021 | Nonfiction
On Agency
Quinn Kelley
I’m good at getting fucked up. I’m good at having fun. Go go go. I’m best at forgetting.
the novel as a kind of organism: an interview with Tao Lin
Kristen Iskandrian
To try to allay his doubt, or figure out of it’s real, [Li] mentally consults his in-progress novel, as if it were a friend. He intuits, in an intuition described by the line you quoted, that his doubt is wrong, is habitual and self-sabotalogical.
A Fun Game for the Whole Family
Eric Dovigi
If a ghost is the impression you leave after you, then the divot you leave in your old bed is a ghost.
Soft Tissue
Arielle McManus
Within 1-3 weeks, the body will begin to actively decay. This is when the organs, muscles, and skin will liquify. The hair, bones, and cartilage will remain.
Playing Her Song
Andrew Stancek
Gratitude is not the response she expected. She smiled through thin lips, missing the hoped-for fight.
How To Unclog Your Lover’s Toilet
Misha Scott
The whole first week after moving into his Brooklyn apartment – our apartment he keeps correcting me – I’m horribly constipated.
Slung Out and Wayward
David Nutt
Gunderson could hear the vehicle’s noisy carping from eight blocks away, like a herd of wild trashcans rolling down the street.
Anti Theseus
Ian Miller
I’ll dig a pit where it can roam, feed off the aporia of my lust, wash its hooves in semen, soak in pools of piss.
John B2B Paul B2B George B2B Ringo (from Good at Drugs)
KKUURRTT
The show literally fuckin has to go on.
The Ball Dropped, Honey!
Darina Sikmashvili
Oh, absolutely a mistake to have given the wealthy Protein Bar Daddy my number.
Steady State Phenomenon in Muharraq Before
Natasha Burge
Steady State Phenomenon in Muharraq Before
This is the invention of a spectacle. The verge of fungible wealth, dirigibles
of electricity. A thunder of dust and rickshaw sermons in Muharraq
Three Poems
Andy Tran
Playin’_The_Keys
i love to dance, sing, write, chill, read
and play the keys, but sometimes, life
doesn’t allow me to hang out
and do my thing, which means
i have to divide my time into many
Winter Tangerine
Mira Jiang
Your fingers began peeling the fruit, tossing orange scraps among the dirty straw. In the right light, they could have passed for blood.
From HI-fi to Spotify: A mixed tape for my daughter
Emily Franklin
Here’s the thing about choosing songs to give as gifts to people: it starts off being about them but really, it’s about you.
Three Poems
Lily Greenberg
The Census Taker Asks Me to Tell Her About Myself
Well Terri, I’m afraid
of catfish—not their tunneling mouths,
but the paradoxical combination
of predator and prey in cat/fish—
I’m afraid of
For I Have Sinned
Sean Dolan
My son is fifteen when he asks the first question I am unable to answer.
Everyone Eventually Leaves LA
Heidi Seaborn
When the Santa Anas whipped into town, everyone became a little crazier. They invited the wildfires as if to burn the witches amongst us.
Island
Wilson Koewing
Upon receiving the Pritzker Prize at 42, Welk gained a modest international celebrity and spent his 40s and early 50s galivanting around Europe, Southeast Asia and various island nations overseeing a dizzying array of projects that he believed, in some small way, changed the world for the better.
We Met At A Protest
Emily García
In early June of the never-ending 2020, I attended an anti-curfew, anti-police terror demonstration in my hometown of Oakland, California.
It was a warm evening as myself and a couple friends
7 reasons I have not gotten my IUD replaced
Grace Kearney
Junior year of college, he touched the scab on the crease of my mouth where concealer failed me. I get these in the winter too, he said, and then, I have a cream.
Dispatches from the Treehouse: Rooting for Oakland
Joseph Horton
It’s all about the timing
It’s as simple and invasive as a chime on my phone. A banner news alert, which, for most people, involves elections and wars and natural disasters and celebrity




