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Posts by Adele Hally

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I have three poems on blood + honey lit 😊

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Calling my mom to have her come pick me up from 2026 early

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i love how you have to whisper in a library. there should be more whisper-only spaces. speak softly if you must speak at all

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poets be like "yeah i know a place" and it's a romanticized view of a gas station at 2am on a long drive to another city where your eyes soften on the fog and squint at the burning fluorescent lights in the interior of the convenience store inside...what was i talking about again

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“Sometimes I am so surprised I show up to write a poem completely empty and yet, something shows up. Just keep making space for your work. Even if it doesn't make sense.”

-- Kelli Russell Agodon

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A haunted house but every room is
just a different podcast you said you would definitely check out

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Thank you!

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#flashfiction #shortstory #writer

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Salt Circle

Thank you to the editors at Flash Fiction Magazine for publishing this little story 💛

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most of the time I don't like change
and times when I do, well
I don't

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Shō Poetry Journal on a kitchen counter. Cover depicts a gorgeous blue painting of a figure in a white dress with a bird head sitting on a limb under the moon.

Shō Poetry Journal on a kitchen counter. Cover depicts a gorgeous blue painting of a figure in a white dress with a bird head sitting on a limb under the moon.

AMORAK HUEY

Beer Garden, Ohio

Nearby, someone sparks a cigar to life, 
the odor of it rises, is what 
we both will remember later— 
not the light, which is ordinary, 
nor the depth of the sky, 
the ever so slightest of winds, absence 
of temperature-but the smell 
of burning earth, rich like that, 
and the rough wood table between us 
and the fear neither of us can shake 
that none of this is real,
that like the smoke it could all go away 
which it could, but it hasn't.

AMORAK HUEY Beer Garden, Ohio Nearby, someone sparks a cigar to life, the odor of it rises, is what we both will remember later— not the light, which is ordinary, nor the depth of the sky, the ever so slightest of winds, absence of temperature-but the smell of burning earth, rich like that, and the rough wood table between us and the fear neither of us can shake that none of this is real, that like the smoke it could all go away which it could, but it hasn't.

The new issue of @shopoetryjournal.bsky.social is gorgeous & I’m grateful to have two poems in it. Here’s one:

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From Warsan Shire's book, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Own Head: bookshop.org/a/862/9780593134351

#poem #books #writing

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Prune skins in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.....

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#poetry #cagibi #litmag #poem #writer

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I have a poem in the new issue of Cagibi. There is some fantastic work in the journal, and I'm beyond honoured to be part of it.
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#poetry #litmag #cagibi

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From Dorianne Laux's book, Smoke.

Published by @boa-editions.bsky.social. Get it here: bit.ly/lauxsmoke

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Empire of Dreams
BY CHARLES SIMIC

On the first page of my dreambook
It’s always evening
In an occupied country.
Hour before the curfew.
A small provincial city.
The houses all dark.
The storefronts gutted.

I am on a street corner
Where I shouldn’t be.
Alone and coatless
I have gone out to look
For a black dog who answers to my whistle.
I have a kind of Halloween mask
Which I am afraid to put on.

Empire of Dreams BY CHARLES SIMIC On the first page of my dreambook It’s always evening In an occupied country. Hour before the curfew. A small provincial city. The houses all dark. The storefronts gutted. I am on a street corner Where I shouldn’t be. Alone and coatless I have gone out to look For a black dog who answers to my whistle. I have a kind of Halloween mask Which I am afraid to put on.

good night everyone

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"Is this the work of a plot-driven novel? Wrong question, entirely the wrong question. We are also wrong to ask whether poetry needs a plot."

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#amwriting #poetry #poet

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Owning Anger & Writing Grace: An Interview with Claudia Monpere | New Flash Fiction Review Cole Beauchamp chats with Claudia Monpere, the winner of the 2024 New Flash Fiction Prize, about where she finds inspiration, the best apple for mental health, why she writes in her car instead of her...

Read what prize winner @claudiamonpere.bsky.social says about finding inspiration, the best apple for mental health, why she writes in her car instead of her office and writing more grace and hope.

Interview by #NFFR Contributing Editor @nomad-18.bsky.social

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#poet #poetryjournal #writer

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I have a poem in the new issue of The Marrow. I'm honoured to be included in this excellent journal and in such great company 😊
www.themarrowpoetry.com/issue-three-...

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the past calls
and I pick up
#poet #writinglife

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Another starter pack, this time for anyone in the lit mag submission space. 🤗 #WritingCommunity

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Me and my interfaith congregation are out here making sack lunches for the homeless like

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