Blood+Honey

disciple (ch. 8) — Blood+Honey by Tom Stuckey “‘He knows he has shadows . He also knows that it is sometimes best not to meet those shadows.’”

'Disciple' (Chapter 8) by Tom Stuckey (Writer-in-Residence)

“‘He knows he has shadows. He also knows that it is sometimes best not to meet those shadows.’”

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slipping — Blood+Honey by Isabelle Hughes “Empty trash bins knuckle the sidewalk. They still smell of last night’s trash like longing. When you have nothing, even your trash can accumulate a sort of sentimental value.”

Fiction "Slipping" by Isabelle Hughes

“Empty trash bins knuckle the sidewalk. They still smell of last night’s trash like longing. When you have nothing, even your trash can accumulate a sort of sentimental value.”

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voice over flours — Blood+Honey by Kelly Murashige “Sickly light spews out across the top of her jet-black hair. She stares at herself in the mirror, horrified by the mochiko coating her dry, cracked lips. Breaking News! her men...

Flash Fiction "Voice Over Flours" by Kelly Murashige

"She stares at herself in the mirror, horrified by the mochiko coating her dry, cracked lips. Breaking News! her mental headline reads. Up-and-Coming K-Pop Star Caught in Cocaine Scandal!”

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five poems — Blood+Honey by Deron Eckert “I can neither be bothered by nor escape the chill of death.”

"Five Poems" by Deron Eckert

“I can neither be bothered by nor escape the chill of death.”

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slowness — Blood+Honey by Michael Templeton “We were compelled to speed up in order to produce for others. Slowness offers the space for us to create ourselves for ourselves.“

"Slowness" by B+H columnist Michael Templeton (from Wander Lines).

“We were compelled to speed up in order to produce for others. Slowness offers the space for us to create ourselves for ourselves.“

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whiskey and fire — Blood+Honey by A. L. Smith “The library book says you need a candle, a personal item from your target, and the incantation— then, BAM! Hexed!”

CNF "Whiskey and Fire" by A. L. Smith

“The library book says you need a candle, a personal item from your target, and the incantation— then, BAM! Hexed!”

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honeycomb — Blood+Honey by Nevin Nahar “Now I watch, as the thing dissolves from a solid to a liquid. I knot one of her Dior scarves in my hands, and undo them, over and over. The orange flame turns blue under the spoo...

Fiction "Honeycomb" by Nevin Nahar

“Now I watch, as the thing dissolves from a solid to a liquid. I knot one of her Dior scarves in my hands and undo them, over and over. The orange flame turns blue under the spoon and the stopper of the syringe moves slowly.”

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post-mortem report 270-26-g — Blood+Honey by Rahel Gamma “I’ve listened to Yves’ last report. The whole thing. He kept calling the subject beautiful. Said he healed on the table. I don’t know what he saw. But I believe he saw it.”

Fiction "Post-Mortem Report 270-26-g" by Rahel Gamma

“I’ve listened to Yves’ last report. The whole thing. He kept calling the subject beautiful. Said he healed on the table. I don’t know what he saw. But I believe he saw it.”

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five poems — Blood+Honey by Kalina Smith “ The apples didn’t fall far / from the gnarled family tree, / covered in cockchafers / who kill the lilies and violet, / burning every shred of beauty down / in just a moment’s fla...

"Five Poems" by Kalina Smith

“The apples didn’t fall far / from the gnarled family tree, / covered in cockchafers / who kill the lilies and violet, / burning every shred of beauty down / in just a moment’s flash.”

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when i was too high to smoke — Blood+Honey by Marty Shambles “they know that i / smoke sleep and whisper / a scoundrel's poetry / into the pillow.“

Poem "When I Was Too Hight to Smoke" by Marty Shambles @martyshambles.bsky.social

“they know that i / smoke sleep and whisper / a scoundrel's poetry / into the pillow.“

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the red-haired american — Blood+Honey by L.F. Graubard “Ronald Pelton. Pale, soft voice, face like the uncle who teaches you chess and guilt. Not dangerous at first glance, but glowing underneath.”

CNF "The Red-Haired American" by L.F. Graubard

“Ronald Pelton. Pale, soft voice, face like the uncle who teaches you chess and guilt. Not dangerous at first glance, but glowing underneath.”

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bless him — Blood+Honey by Mario Georgiou “Inside the coffin, Norman shivered. He lay in his favourite suit…He had a bottle of whiskey and three biscuits wrapped in tissue at his side, but it was too risky to indulge just ...

"Bless Him" by Mario Georgiou

“Inside the coffin, Norman shivered. He lay in his favourite suit…He had a bottle of whiskey and three biscuits wrapped in tissue at his side, but it was too risky to indulge just yet. The last thing he needed was a resurrection.”

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the snarls — Blood+Honey by Camryn Brennan “Our biggest enemy is Hazel Hairbrush. She always kicks us off Maryn’s head.”

Micro-fiction "The Snarls" by Camryn Brennan

“Our biggest enemy is Hazel Hairbrush. She always kicks us off Maryn’s head.”

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five poems — Blood+Honey by Jeff Hardin “Wasn’t it a child’s mind that asked if we could stand / atop a lily pad? Maybe God weighs our every future, / lets this one follow its logic, lets this one slip away.”

"Five Poems" by Jeff Hardin

“Wasn’t it a child’s mind that asked if we could stand / atop a lily pad? Maybe God weighs our every future, / lets this one follow its logic, lets this one slip away.”

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the girl who ate her dreams — Blood+Honey by Michael Hagen “Mother says: eat your dreams while they are fresh, or they’ll fester and rot. But he hasn’t. His skin, soft beneath my tongue. I have eaten all my dreams, a good girl—until him.”

Flash Fiction "The Girl Who Ate Her Dreams" by Michael Hagen

“Mother says: eat your dreams while they are fresh, or they’ll fester and rot. But he hasn’t. His skin, soft beneath my tongue. I have eaten all my dreams, a good girl—until him.”

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citronella candle — Blood+Honey by Pete Mitchell “A welcome breeze blew, lifting the scent of the candle across the yard. Citronella was meant to keep the mosquitoes away. The candle flared, the only light outside, now all his mat...

Fiction "Citronella Candle" by Pete Mitchell

“A welcome breeze blew, lifting the scent of the candle across the yard. Citronella was meant to keep the mosquitoes away. The candle flared, the only light outside, now all his mates have gone.”

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my last happy summer — Blood+Honey by Mileva Anastasiadou “before the world ended…It was mostly coffee and cigarettes cool, dark but also sunny and hot and watermelon and ice cream and iced alcohol drinks carefree.”

Flash Fiction "My Last Happy Summer" by Mileva Anastasiadou @happilander.bsky.social

“before the world ended…It was mostly coffee and cigarettes cool, dark but also sunny and hot and watermelon and ice cream and iced alcohol drinks carefree.”

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swampsong — Blood+Honey by Izzy Nameth Beck “the hotel is nice for one night / but the roads / are pitted ponds / we light the one-hitter on our way through”

Poem "Swampsong" by Izzy Nameth Beck

“the hotel is nice for one night / but the roads / are pitted ponds / we light the one-hitter on our way through”

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specular glass — Blood+Honey by Damon Hubbs “It’s night / The planets spin in reverse / I made marinara / and sent a postcard to an ex / She used to be a debutante       now she’s avant-  gard...

Poem "Specular Glass" by Damon Hubbs

“It’s night / The planets spin in reverse / I made marinara / and sent a postcard to an ex / She used to be a debutante now she’s avant- garde”

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this is about nothing — Blood+Honey by Uma Jagwani “In the elevator, I look at my sweaty, meaningless face and feel disappointed. Not white! As if one day, I’ll step into this elevator and exit on the seventh floor as a part of the ru...

CNF "This Is About Nothing" by Uma Jagwani

“In the elevator, I look at my sweaty, meaningless face and feel disappointed. Not white! As if one day, I’ll step into this elevator and exit on the seventh floor as a part of the ruling class.”

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table for one — Blood+Honey by JD Clapp “I turned 55 today, double knuckles, racing headlong into they call the Golden Years . Shit, with the ways things are going, fool’s gold maybe. Happy fucking birthday to me.”

Fiction "Table for One" by JD Clapp

“I turned 55 today, double knuckles, racing headlong into they call the Golden Years. Shit, with the ways things are going, fool’s gold maybe. Happy fucking birthday to me.”

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the bears — Blood+Honey by Aster May “They love human flesh but hate these soft round organs I hold in my hands. The bears weave through the fires on all sides toward the scent of my skin. Mid-roar, they stop dead at the e...

Flash Fiction "The Bears" by Aster May

“They love human flesh but hate these soft round organs I hold in my hands. The bears weave through the fires on all sides toward the scent of my skin. Mid-roar, they stop dead at the eyes curled in my fists.”

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remedy — Blood+Honey by Bex Hainsworth “It's been fifteen years since I allowed / her fussing, but now we both indulge. / I can’t say which balm soothes the burn. / When she slips teabags into my suitcase, / I smile, ho...

Poem "Remedy" by Bex Hainsworth

“It's been fifteen years since I allowed / her fussing, but now we both indulge. / I can’t say which balm soothes the burn. / When she slips teabags into my suitcase, / I smile, hold close her charms.”

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NEW SHORT STORY PUBLISHED - THE WAR TOURISTS BY NEIL RANDALL Neil Randall is a novelist, poet and short story writer. He is the author of Trust No One, The Holy Drinker & The Butterfly and the Wheel.

Learn all about the inspiration behind my latest published #shortstory THE WAR TOURISTS @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social narandall.blogspot.com/2026/03/new-...

propaganda reality — Blood+Honey Golden Shovel Poem by Jordan Trethewey (from the serialized chapbook There Is More ) “Constantly, he / releases propaganda, wants / everyone to / worship it—make / it Bible.”

Golden Shovel Poem "Propaganda Reality" by Jordan Trethewey @jordan-trethewey.bsky.social (from the serialized chapbook There Is More)

“Constantly, he / releases propaganda, wants / everyone to / worship it—make / it Bible.”

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anne boleyn’s death knell — Blood+Honey by Allister Nelson “I, Greensleeve’d Anne, / Reign. / Know my name! / Know my name.”

Poem "Anne Boleyn’s Death Knell" by Allister Nelson (from the serialized chapbook Jethro’s Daughter)

“I, Greensleeve’d Anne, / Reign. / Know my name! / Know my name.”

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three fables — Blood+Honey by McKenna Wilds “Each night, Toad visited his friends in a quiet meadow, always ready with a joke. No matter what he said, they burst into laughter, for the Toad was known by all to be a very funny...

Flash Fiction "Three Fables" by McKenna Wilds

“Each night, Toad visited his friends in a quiet meadow, always ready with a joke. No matter what he said, they burst into laughter, for the Toad was known by all to be a very funny Toad.”

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the war tourists — Blood+Honey by Neil Randall “‘This damn civil war has raged on for three long years,’ Tomaz said over his shoulder from the passenger seat up front. ‘The infrastructural damage alone will take many generations ...

Fiction "The War Tourists" by Neil Randall

“‘This damn civil war has raged on for three long years...But what it’s doing to the hearts and minds of the people will never be fixed.’”

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five poems — Blood+Honey by Mykyta Ryzhykh “Houses are falling apart like adverbs. However, the river inside me continues to dissolve death because the flow of liquid is the real alchemical time.”

"Five Poems" by Mykyta Ryzhykh

“Houses are falling apart like adverbs. However, the river inside me continues to dissolve death because the flow of liquid is the real alchemical time.”

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