There was an *incident* in the other ward and we found each other poked out from our doors to listen in.—"Christina" by @rhjr.bsky.social
https://www.fiveminutelit.com/christina
Yesterday, I was accepted into the Bennington Writing Seminars. I am 51 years old, & have no Bachelor’s, & my application essay was about rejecting traditional storytelling & going full-on experimental, & I just got into a killer MFA program. And I am fucking giddy about it. That is all. Thank you.
Urinal, by R.Mutt
Bob, I feel like you & I should work together at some point.
Amen. That word has bugged me for decades, & this is precisely why.
My story is now a very poetic novella called Hotel Gaslight. It is both fictionalized & wildly true. It is as fragmented as the experience I lived.
As I’ve leaned into literary writing over the last 10 years, I’ve considered this story many times. This summer, a group of writers enthusiastic about my writing pushed me to finally do it.
You’re publishing my weirdest work in June! But damned if I’m not determined to get weirder.
