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"She learns about life’s swamp ugliness. Hate is an alligator pretending to be a log, ready to chomp you in half when you’re calm and looking at it and thinking what a boring piece of wood."
Teaching a fiction workshop on abolition. (All writing is political. Writers make political arguments whether we want to or not.) Anyway, found an amazing flash piece for the workshop and wanted to share it.
Daily reads: Megan Giddons in @theoffingmag.bsky.social
theoffingmag.com/fiction/the-...
Drop an old person you’re going to turn into in the future
Man...this topic was the last straw that ended my relationship with my twins' father. The fact that he didn't understand why I couldn't work two jobs, breast feed two babies, and finish my degree at the same time.
really excited about this grant! please apply if you're a queer nature writer who would like $500!
You're so close! Just a little push and you'll make it! 🚀 Keep going, you’ve got this! 💪✨ #SFFWriters #AlmostThere #KeepWriting
Friday is August 1st and the kick-off for this year's Sealey Challenge!! buff.ly/9GbHZii
Trains approach them like ghosts,
the way a husband returning after midnight slips under the covers,
keeping his cold feet at a distance.
~from "Small-Town Stations"
by Luljeta Lleshanaku (trans. from the Albanian by Ani Gjika)
AGNI Online
"The sky is deepening into sunset, and a breeze raises goosebumps on Robyn’s arm, as if she’s been touched by a ghost. The whole beach, she feels suddenly, is full of ghosts."
Daily reads: Jenny Williamson in @terrainorg.bsky.social ❤️
"Her ex-boyfriend said it would make it easy to pick her out of a lineup, would make it easy for him to track her down if she ever left him, which, of course, she did. "
Daily reads @christinaltudor.bsky.social in @matchbooklitmag.bsky.social ❤️
"For a moment, Eleanor stood quiet, thinking about Moxies I through VII and the curse of living longer than one’s pets.
How much love made sorrow worthwhile?"
This story is weird, disturbing, delightful!
@authorthealiu.bsky.social @unchartedmag.bsky.social
Stone Circle #ThrowbackThursday poem : "Passionfruit" by Jen Feroze (@jenferoze.bsky.social) #tbt
stonecirclereview.com/passionfruit/
Lightning Response Weekend is BACK!
We're reading nonstop for 72 hours—every piece submitted between Friday & Monday gets a response within 24 hours.
Get your work ready and submit when the window’s open!
👉 Submit: fahmidanjournal.submittable.com/submit
"Tonight I miss you a vacant lot. Most of all after moonbathing when our shadows blistered and we peeled them off each other like snake skins. The oyster shell moon is no help and I say so. Also wrinkly: our clothes on the shore."
@rorty.bsky.social in @hexliterary.bsky.social ❤️
"The leviathan is lonely, but only in two of its hearts. It feels the loneliness creep toward the third, and fears how it might change, if it were to reach."
Daily reads: Rachel Sudbeck in @smallwondersmag.com ❤️
My thing is...if you dated a MAGA cop, why do we have to know about it? Like keep that to yourself...
Black woman with blonde curly hair, gold shirt, green skirt and wings, holding a giant sunflower.
Went to a fairy disco this past weekend 🧚♂️
You're welcome!
You're welcome!
Sometimes a writer titles a poem so brilliantly and apropos of your feelings, you’re compelled to read it. Then you realize that it’s not just the title but the whole poem that speaks to you. “All the fucks I give (are so, so many)” by Maia Brown-Jackson @andyetpoetry is out Sunday, July 27th!
These are straight-up "Nazi concentration camp back when they were just passively killing the inmates through horrible conditions" conditions.
After some gentle re-wiring and soldering, the website is back! If you missed Adamu Yahuza Abdullahi's poem, now's an excellent time to read it.
smallwondersmag.com/piece/i-beg-...
The SmokeLong Grand Micro Contest opens Aug 1st! www.smokelong.com/the-smokelon...
ICYMI today's story is Black-Red by Nora Esme Wagner. Please follow the link and enjoy #flashfiction #shortstory #writingcommunity fictivedream.com/2025/07/18/b...
Love this so much. It breaks quite a few narrative rules, but the end kicks you in the gut.
"For now it was all adventure and discovery. And such a discovery she would make this day.
She heard singing by the river and ran to the edge and there she found the head pushed up into the mud."
Daily reads: Jennifer Marie Brissett in Vice ❤️
#blackfemmespec
www.vice.com/en/article/a...
Image is the cover art by Jennie Cao which features double green self-portraits of the artist where one is whispering into the other's ear. There is a bright sunset and a stormy ocean behind them. Text overlaid is the exerpt of Ayiyi's piece.
My hope, brittle, shatters as things look dark tonight
The black music sings. No one is happy tonight.
The last time I saw you was in the market aisle
And I’m nostalgic as I think of you tonight.
Read more by Ayiyi Joel in The B'K Mag, Vol 16, Issue 3: www.talbot-heindl.com/bitchin_kitsch