October 24, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay
Choosing a Wedding Gift for the Only Person You Ever Loved
Dillon Fernando
When I mention this flash of sexual fluidity to people, it bothers them.
October 21, 2021 | Nonfiction
Midsummer in the Spirit Realm
Dave Fromm
Felt, for a minute, like some façade had slipped, like a glitch in the matrix. Is this in fact the car we came in? Are we who we think we are?
October 20, 2021 | Fiction
It's Later Than You Think
Adam McOmber
When I was dead, I returned to my father’s house, an old farmstead in Northwestern Ohio, and I stood alone in the gravel drive, satisfied to see that the house was just as I remembered it—small and gray, rising on a plot of land west of a moonlit apple orchard.
October 19, 2021 | Nonfiction
Reality Is Not Enough
Rebecca Mlinek
I checked the rest of the house, but everyone was asleep. I had a brief moment of nothingness, of emptiness, and then terror bloomed.
Three Poems
Bobby Vanecko
Wisconsin
Can we please
go back to
your uncle’s house
in Wisconsin
that was used in
the movie
Amityville Horror
the house is
definitely haunted
but beautiful
even with the
piles of dead
Crying at the Russian Ballet
Benjamin Davis
The curtains opened, the ballerinas emerged, toes became violins, hands, trumpets, backs, cellos.
You Make Me Cry
Molly Zhu
You make me cry
when you talk about her, and only now do I realize
that you never knew your mother at all,
there simply was no space for her in your crowded pocket
carrying poverty like a
Normal Girls Who Aren’t Afraid of Crackers
Meg Thompson
“Maybe your ears are broken,” my husband mused to me one night at dinner.
I was wearing headphones, eyes trained to study my plate, the sight of chewing as triggering as the audible noises.
My Roommate from Eleven North
Barrie Miskin
They liked to brag. Who had the highest dose of anti-psychotic medication? Who had gone the furthest off the rails during a manic episode? And they loved to boast about their suicide attempts. Whose was the most gruesome?
Unity Trash
Kate McLean
When Tony died, I stopped recycling. The kind of power play that was both meaningful and meaningless.
Prison Killed My Libido
Sheryl Anderson as-told-to Christine Fadden
I don’t write “I have the libido of a sloth” in my online dating profile. I don’t use my real surname now either.
Bride School Girls
Amanda Churchill
The Class of 1953 Tachikawa Air Base Bride School girls were fertile, well-fed and rested.
This isn’t a story about being in a wheelchair
Lane Chasek
The only reason I’ve seen Space Jam: A New Legacy so much recently is because I wanted to avoid talking to my wife.
Devoted and Very Fine Hunters
Isaac George Lauritsen
Life is viciously short.
Dumb and Wide
Mary B. Sellers
"Me, all scatter-shotted words I tried out in the air ..."
Eating Oaks
Jim Krosschell
Spring was months away; I could pretend peril didn’t exist.
Looking For Love At A Celibate Barbecue
Joe Leonard
“And then after I came out to my wife, she stumbled across People Can Change,” said the man from Fresno.
The Reward; When Things Repeat
Sean Thomas Dougherty
Don’t they let you? Don’t they ever let you lay down your head?
The Myth of Healing
Barrie Miskin
n the car, on the way to the hospital, I put my head in my lap and my hands over my ears, willing the city to disappear.




