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Feb 29, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: BE EXTRAORDINARY

Feb 29, 2016

BY ANNA LEA JANCEWICZ
Sheila was startled when Walter slipped his hand down the front of her Levi’s.

Feb 29, 2016

Feb 28, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: A SUNSET CRUISE WITH FAITH ON THE GANGES

Feb 28, 2016

BY JOV ALMERO
Santosh, one of the hostel staff, said the slow Wi-Fi was caused by last night’s monsoon rain. I didn’t believe him.

Feb 28, 2016

Feb 27, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: TO JENNIFER LOVE-HEWITT: I SAW YOU AT FENDI LAST WEEK—I WAS THE LITTLE MOHAWKED SQUATTER PUNK PANHANDLER

Feb 27, 2016

BY LAUREN BRAZEAL
RE: Los Angeles County case #24789. Letter was balled up and tied to a padlock, found thrown through the southern-most window at Love-Hewitt estate. Status: Unsolved

Feb 27, 2016

Feb 26, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: FIVE POEMS

Feb 26, 2016

BY TATIANA RYCKMAN
You are in luck! It is easy to spend many long hours at the DMV, where you can be close to your love.

Feb 26, 2016

Feb 25, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: DEAR FAIRY GODMOTHER

Feb 25, 2016

BY KELLY MAGEE
I’m tired of crashing balls in borrowed gowns. I’m tired of prohibitive return policies. I can no longer forgive the atrocities in my story.

Feb 25, 2016

Feb 24, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: SPICY PLANTS

Feb 24, 2016

BY SIERRA DICKEY
No one seemed to notice my modest smoldering.

Feb 24, 2016

Feb 23, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: THE SUPER BIG BAD THING

Feb 23, 2016

BY MEAGAN MACVIE
I arched back, like the Julia Roberts body double in the sex-on-the-piano scene with Richard Gere in Pretty Woman.

Feb 23, 2016

Feb 22, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: TWO POEMS FROM I THINK I'M READY TO SEE FRANK OCEAN

Feb 22, 2016

BY SHAYLA LAWSON
You would have been / my first kiss if you hadn’t always / beat me in Street Fighter.

Feb 22, 2016

Feb 21, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: THE OBJECT OF HER AFFECTION

Feb 21, 2016

BY RACHEL RICHARDSON
The fence was wooden and went like this: slat, picket, picket, slat, post. Slat, picket, picket, slat, post. The girl’s name was Mary. The fence’s name was Paul.

Feb 21, 2016

Feb 20, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: THE YEAR OF NEWFANGLED LONELY

Feb 20, 2016

BY SCOTT BROKER
You leave condoms in the trash can. I leave condoms on the floor, feigning aloofness or cruelty or both.

Feb 20, 2016

Feb 19, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: NEGATIVE CREEP

Feb 19, 2016

BY KAREN CRAIGO
I was a bad dancer and Dariusz was a weird one, and on Fridays we’d run into each other and have conniptions together to whatever was playing live.

Feb 19, 2016

Feb 18, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: ON EXPLAINING EARTHA KITT TO MY FUCK BUDDY

Feb 18, 2016

BY LAUREN YATES
I tell him she sang “Santa Baby” and played Catwoman and voiced / Yzma in The Emperor’s New Groove.

Feb 18, 2016

Feb 17, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: DOG ROPE SELF LOVE

Feb 17, 2016

BY LISA MECHAM
As a kid—soon after moving to a new house, in a new town—I became obsessed with Fuzzy, the dog next door.

Feb 17, 2016

Feb 16, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: TWO POEMS

Feb 16, 2016

BY TONY MANCUS
you put the penny next to the periscope / and made them kiss

Feb 16, 2016

Feb 15, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: FIRST COMES LOVE, THEN COMES CHICKEN

Feb 15, 2016

BY MAGGIE DOWNS
It was my twentieth birthday, and my boyfriend asked me to close my eyes and hold out my hand.

Feb 15, 2016

Feb 13, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: ERIKA EIFFEL

Feb 13, 2016

BY C.L. BLEDSOE
The tower is not a phallus, it’s the iron tongue
of the Earth which tastes the void in the skies.

Feb 13, 2016

Feb 12, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: THREE BOYS

Feb 12, 2016

BY JEN MICHALSKI
“Delivery?” He nodded to her. She wondered if he had been in the war.

Feb 12, 2016

Feb 11, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: THE COMPOSED SOUL

Feb 11, 2016

BY ANNA LEAHY
Out at the launch pad, I stood roughly fifty yards from the orbiter as the surrounding scaffolding opened slowly to reveal its illuminated white body and wings against the dark Florida night.

Feb 11, 2016

Feb 10, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: TWO POEMS

Feb 10, 2016

BY JULIA SHIPLEY
I want to say how I feel about you

Feb 10, 2016

Feb 9, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: A KLEPTOMANIAC LOVE STORY

Feb 9, 2016

BY LUCIE BRITSCH
I take things
Things that aren’t mine

Feb 9, 2016

Feb 8, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: AS IN THE CASE OF THE SQUIRREL, LOVE MEANS EATING CROW

Feb 8, 2016

BY M. BARTLEY SEIGEL
Grey squirrels live in my soffits. Not the albino squirrels I see running around my neighborhood, though they are grey squirrels, too?

Feb 8, 2016

Feb 7, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: THREE POEMS

Feb 7, 2016

BY MARY STONE
She realizes it’s been months
since she logged into his email

Feb 7, 2016

Feb 6, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: MANNEQUIN HEAD

Feb 6, 2016

BY SEAN HIGGINS
Uncle Royce runs out of flophouses to nest up in—halfway joints managed by chain-smoking program pukes with carry permits and ten-year chips in their khaki shorts.

Feb 6, 2016

Feb 5, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: TWO POEMS

Feb 5, 2016

BY D. GILSON
How much longer are we going to look
for Arby’s? I ask Jakob Dylan — son of Bob
and front man of The Wallflowers — as we ride
a spotted Palomino down Cesar Chavez
Street in the east end of downtown Austin.

Feb 5, 2016

Feb 4, 2016

WEIRD LOVE: PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH YOUR EYES

Feb 4, 2016

BY COLLEEN ABEL
Believe me, I know from hands. I think I could recognize us just that way: ArtiezToyz has clean, broad fingernails and almost hairless knuckles. MPHotWheels wears a gold watch on his left hand. CarsFan1212—she of the annoying Wisconsin accent—always has little hangnails.

Feb 4, 2016