Fiction and Nonfiction dedicated to rewriting modern masculinity (looking for all sorts of perspectives--not just cis-hetero-white male)

The Drevlow

Kassie Bohannon

Jesse Salvo

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Rina Palumbo (she/her) is working on a novel and two nonfiction long-form writing projects alongside short fiction, creative nonfiction,  and prose poetry. Her work appears in The Hopkins Review, Ghost Parachute, Milk Candy, Bending Genres, Anti-Heroin Chic, Identity Theory, Stonecoast Review, et al.


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J. Haase Vetter (rhymes with sassy cheddar)writes and teaches in the most Northwest corner of the PNW. She has love/hate relationships with the weather, her job, and the linear nature of time. Last year, her work appeared in The Metaworker, Livina Press, and Epistemic Literature. Her most recent publication came out in BULL Lit. You can find her on Instagram, @haasevetter, and Substack @jhaasevetter.

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Neighbors hold a block party on a New England street while an unseen outsider penetrates their idyllic existence.

Block Party

SARS-CoV-2, At Folsom Prison -- Track 1, 'Opening Announcements

Belonged to Someone

"The bedroom wasn’t built for a couple. The walls were lined with cabinets, a narrow, anti-bac foam mattress wedged into a bunk under a small frosted window. Books, clothes, and keepsakes overflowed storage onto the floor..."

Apartment 1848

The Ambit of Our Friendship

All they saw was the front passenger side window go down, and then Alton yelled, “Oh shit, gun!”

Anybody Seen Ray-Ray?

Toronto Snow Plow Driver Arrested

Decision Tree

She Said, “If You Do My Makeup, I’ll Play With Your Hair” and That Sort of Bargaining is What I Think We Need More of in This World

What in the hell are you doing, Baby George, my dad asked, standing over him in his own PJs.

Baby George

Elvis Was My Dad

"You used to care about a lot of things you’ve sacrificed over the years, along with your pride, your relationship with your son, and plenty of your brain cells."

Flying Squirrel + Doing the Job

There were only two things louder in our house than my father’s laugh. One was the slam of the bedroom door whenever Mom barricaded herself inside and the other was the sound of our rusting station wagon backfiring as it pulled out of the drive.

A House of Noise

Jake Paul Beats Mike Tyson

Close Your Eyes & Your First Concert

Just Another Night in Pittsburgh

Legionary

Nemluvím Cesky

when you give a girl a goldfish

Eros v. Amor

Pertusaria tejocotensis on the Cover of Nature

A Ridiculous Man: June 1996

Uncle Alberto Hates His Job

The Whole Damned Thing

Shades

Viking Night

Groucho's Full Quote

The Nosebleed Bazaar

The Fray

3 Stories

A Subway Mitzvah

Bum Dog

How do they sing, The Tornado is the last dance 

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