Mornings After Our only-waking moments.

Mornings After

Dana Drori’s Aftertastes

I really value the early hours of the day when I don’t have to interact with anyone. Don’t get me wrong, I am a very happy person, almost always. But it’s just like every day you wake up and think, “here we go again, this fucking circus.” More

Ana Cecilia Alvarez

Sex & Lives Smoking in the corners of New York.

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Sex & Lives

You’ll Have What I’m Having

Is it a shame when people fumble at the ties that bind and fail and fake it and make do and fake it again and again until pain impedes pleasure, rather than speaking up and voicing their dispassion? More

Chelsea G. Summers

Sex & Lives

Beauty and Essex

It didn’t make sense, but—as a girl—I’d been attracting the gay guys who’d ignored me when I was one of them. I didn’t question it. I don’t. I decided to take it as it came because what came was what I’d always wanted. More

Hari Nef

Sex & Lives

Can the Cocksucker Speak?

Just as “cock” has meant “vulva” in pockets of the American South and in West Coast Rap, so too does “suck my cock” work as an epithet regardless of genitalia. More

Chelsea G. Summers

Sex & Lives

Her Lorn Love, My Insecurity

The same with her name: repeating not “mom” but her name, again and again, you became terrified by the limits of your understanding of her, then of everything. More

Fiona Duncan

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Sex & Lives

Like Every Time My Pelvis Touches a Sink Brim

It was as if I really did spend last night as the lead in a bisexual heist film, running from an Italian mob family that ran the city gov’t I was trying to get elected to, getting squirted on by a slightly older woman with tan olive skin, tight abs, and a watermelon candy colored pussy, a hard candy sucked tacky and wet, a Jolly Rancher. More

Fiona Duncan

Sex & Lives

Of A Certain Age

That’s the thing about being with a man who is on age with your father—the impending awkward moment when someone would confuse him as such or worse. More

Elise Peterson

TalksFor once, more answers than questions.


Chasing The Bad Cat Away

When are you taking someone in fully, or feeling that you are being taken in, fully apprehended …. there is an all-lit-up, liquid intensity to that exchange. A charge like nothing else. You. I’m looking at you. More

Ana Cecilia Alvarez

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Poems Like a Flower Hurricane

I think the moment that reveals the most comes in “Sir Drone,” when I talk about how Mike Kelley struggles to “ape with confidence” a subculture not his own. I think that gets to the crux of the book, this pretending to be something you’re not. But maybe it’s the Tamagotchi. More

Sarah Nicole Prickett


Twitter: Unfollow All Dicks

The short: Your boyfriend is a dick (pun intended). The long: Your boyfriend is an abusive manipulator who seeks to gain power and satisfy only himself by disingenuously airing out his grievances. More


Clothes & Class: For Feeling Like You Have a Purpose

Revisions and edits: “less is more, always take one thing off, etc.” I show more skin. I cut out Camp, but kept Humor. I gave myself permission to look Sexy, Intelligent, Relaxed, Smart, and occasionally Expensive. I gave in to Luxury, probably. I also have tits now, and a waist. Do the math! More

Belles-LettresLong(er)form musings on mostly mature themes.



In the days that followed I was filled with paranoia on the afternoon walks from the bus stop. Every car behind me carried men who’d come to beat me. More

Michael Thomsen

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What I Wore to Fall in Love

I’m wearing a white Hanes t-shirt, a pair of purplish-grey shorts I never run in (while packing I find that I own three pairs of gym shorts, probably because whenever I decide to exercise I’ve forgotten the last time I did), and running shoes I ordered from Nike. Jesse looks at the running shoes. He says, “Do your…. running shoes have your initials on them?” More

Sarah Nicole Prickett


Discourse Sucks

For the curator, activating the space inside a rectangle was the ultimate. He declined or was unable to say anything to me about the contents of my studio, other than that painters live and die to activate space. The long thrill of art history had been a history of activating space. More

Sam McKinniss


The Miracle of Love Streams

Harmon is a writer in a tux whom we never see writing, and Sarah is a divorcée who wants to give love, buy love, solve love. Both are marching out of step with everyone else, but toward each other. More

Durga Chew-Bose

Bedtime StoriesReading as need.

Bedtime Stories

Ecstasy & Me

As to the memory where both of us had small motorcycles our feet pawed the ground at stoplights, is it … More

Cecilia Corrigan

Bedtime Stories

Six Sonnets

  Boredom sets in The dead of swelter Every inhale, drag A spring break Fever dampens the nape You’re waking … More

Ana Cecilia Alvarez

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Bedtime Stories

Two Poems

What Is Learned In Love That I could tell stories where even the constellations split, & great masses are still … More

Evan Kleekamp