Thank you, @happilylenaaa.bsky.social for including my micro in this wonderful series! This one grew from a @welkinpress.bsky.social "Not Quite Accept"- thank you, @mattkendrick.bsky.social for the encouragement and kind words.
First 💀 from @havehashad.com (catch me skipping through your nearest graveyard).
This one really kept me up at night ~ thank you @keychild.bsky.social for letting this stray into your tower 🤍
Love being alongside @aniking.bsky.social in this new issue 🤘🏻 go read Puppy now ~
New strange, little piece in @bendinggenres.bsky.social 🌀
“We came back for weeks to let the tree age us.”
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“Every spring, when the forsythia would bloom, my mother would say, ‘Celeste is awake,’ and we would go outside and sit with her.”
In Salt Hill issue 55💛
Send me stuff to read 📖🐦⬛
Oh, you~
I have some words in @somewordslit.bsky.social today!
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Yay!! 🎉
Forthcoming in -> @somewordslit.bsky.social and @bendinggenres.bsky.social 🤘🏻
THIN GOD Thin God slipped into the crack in my eyelid, and that was how I came to know my mother. Thin God promised me more time, but I knew Thin God always lied in the morning. Thin God convinced the aliens to cleave a cloud into a boy and a girl. Instead, the aliens created a comedian and a bird. Thin God ate the aliens and gave me a baby. Thin God told me my story had a twist ending, but by the time I fell asleep with the baby in my arms, I forgot I was in a story at all.
One of mine in @passagesnorth.bsky.social
#smallpoemsunday
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social
The amount of notes (letters) I wrote to my friends in high school prepared me for graduate workshop.
Thank you for reading! I’m so glad you liked this story 🍳
Emerged from the depths of hell for the @havehashad.com call.
I think the very idea of a “Great American Novel” is kinda dumb. In the parlance of Tacoma, or of Kevin via Tacoma, I kinda think Great American Novels “aren’t real.” That said, I have an ego. I have ambitions. I’m mostly a happy-go-lucky dork doofusing his way through life and writing, but I also want to have as many readers as possible, I want people to think highly of my writing, I want to be someone’s (many someone’s, ideally!) favorite writer, I want people to think the writing is “great.” I don’t normally wrestle with those contradictions that much irl, but I think it often then ends up on the page.
kidna proud of saying this out loud tbh
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The best time to write weird shit is late at night when you’re delirious.
Vanishing
(This is a plastic swan.)
It’s cold out here.
I’m the dime-store Timmy.
"The only thing?"
#smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social
You should read these beautiful, eerie little fictions by @happilylenaaa.bsky.social 🌟
Thank you for sharing! 🖤
Renee Good’s final words were, “I’m not mad at you.”
Alex Pretti’s final act was protecting a woman who was being attacked.
Abolish ICE.
The moon is out, and it is beautiful 🌙 @ezhang77.bsky.social + @tinywrenlit.bsky.social
Thank you! ✨
