The Skinny Wizard by Drew Willis All the local kids know what to do when you see The Skinny Wizard. You can’t see him straight on. His face is always blocked somehow. Sometimes by his long, apparently dyed hair. Sometimes by his…

"All the local kids know what to do when you see The Skinny Wizard.

You can’t see him straight on."

today from Drew Willis!!

https://www.havehashad.com/c2w80

Celebrating my first skull today. Immense gratitude and thanks to the always amazing @havehashad.com for taking this one and to @joshuahebburn.bsky.social for the edit. Shout out to Cleveland, Ohio - my heart away from home.

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Stand Up Grief by Keith Woodruff Cleveland, hey thanks for coming out tonight. Heard any good cancer jokes lately? What, too soon? Actually, my wife asked the hospice nurse that on her first home visit. You know, I thought I should…

a beautiful total wallop today Keith Woodruff

"Cleveland, hey thanks for coming out tonight. Heard any good cancer jokes lately? What, too soon? Actually, my wife asked the hospice nurse that on her first home visit."

https://www.havehashad.com/8rvx9

April 11, 2026 Occasional Poem Jeffrey H. MacLachlan Share for special occasions. A special occasion implies a few times per year. As people age, life occupies more years and occasions. Shared occasions become part of a special few. Relish time for those occasions. Special love parts with a few years.

Today from Jeffrey H. MacLachlan!

https://www.havehashad.com/6z0h7

New story in HAD today about lakes, cul-de-sacs, and infinity mirrors.

Big thanks to @joshuahebburn.bsky.social and @havehashad.com for accepting this one and running with it!

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incredibly big HAD energy

Taluga by Nathan Willis WE used to go to this place called Lake Taluga. It was named after the family who settled here before the surrounding land was measured, incorporated, and sold to a residential developer who turned it…

"I haven’t been back since the grand opening, but it's still worth it.

It was worth it to know that if I do go back, there’s a version of the past that I can point to. That I can see for myself. That I can show to other people."

🔥 from Nathan Willis!

https://www.havehashad.com/4hg39

Hey Google, play the news. Hey Google, read me “A Worldly Country” by John Ashbery in Christian Bale’s voice. Hey Google, what’s a surprising-yet-easy way to prepare Brussels sprouts. Hey Google, explain Deleuze to me right now. Hey Google, where does your father live. Hey Google, when is it safe for a baby to ride in a car. Hey Google, who owns beauty.

thank you x1000 to @joshuahebburn.bsky.social & @havehashad.com for publishing this thing made up of stuff you might say to Google, and some things I have actually Googled. whole thing down below ⬇️

Hey Google by Tom Snarsky Hey Google, put on “Sand River” by Beth Gibbons and Rustin Man. Hey Google, preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Hey Google, play the news. Hey Google, what should you preheat the oven to for grocery…

"Hey Google, preheat the oven to 350 degrees.
Hey Google, play the news.
Hey Google, what should you preheat the oven to for grocery store sausages.
Hey Google, preheat the oven to 400 degrees.
Hey Google, are we technically at war or...."

Tom Snarsky !!!
https://www.havehashad.com/s5g00

The Walk by zac smith Dennis was sitting in the office room. He was reading an AI-generated article about tech companies that were hiring. He clicked on one of the company websites at random. He opened the application…

got some new new zac smith special just for you today!

"Dennis was sitting in the office room. He was reading an AI-generated article about tech companies that were hiring. He clicked on one of the company websites at random..."

https://www.havehashad.com/a3ynx

The staff of @literaryhub.bsky.social is recommending you a poem a day for National Poetry Month and today I am excited to share a poem from @havehashad.com (and to potentially introduce a lot of people to @havehashad.com) — this one's for the Kirk-lovers, the space kids.

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Poet Guide to Sex & Time Travel by KR Morris Loop 1: Not flesh, memory sure/un- Sure, put it front, bring it out—bare & borne to floor Look: facets >< capacity Tell it: given Realize: difference = page +/- this Ask: how you care for that Tell&hellip;

today from KR Morris!
love a piece that can do with form what this does. really special!

"Loop 2:

1. Think about touch
2. Be done with the yearning
3. What’s left?"

https://www.havehashad.com/ocnbh

Today I get to join the coolest club in flash: people published in Had!

A flash about a memory of a family reunion of a recording of a

This captures something profound.

I'm at Disneyland right now and this resonates:
"They had built environments within their environment that replicated their idea of “environment...”

April 6, 2026 —remember that time with the family when we all got together and it was wonderful until Guan Un the boys started arguing about whose turn on the ATV and it’s so hard now to gather now with all the babies in the AV room but Uncle Davey is upset no one wants to see this footage—back from when they were younger than you are now—then when He held the camcorder in smoother hands—and he presses play and pixels tide across the screen—small children wave and shade their eyes against the light—and then so soon it’s over, everyone gets up but Aunty Cindy lies on the couch, the light in her eyes, repeating “Play it again! Don’t you—”

new today from Guan Un!!

love a piece that uses its title like this, love a short little snippet that also encapsulates such a large whole

https://www.havehashad.com/m09qu

LONG AFTER THE LAST AUROCHS, OR MYTHOLOGY by Liza St. James The humans were going around freezing eggs, playing god. They could stop time. They’d invented it after all. The humans wanted to feel they were making the right moves, choosing correctly between&hellip;

little piece of magic today from Liza St. James

"The humans were going around freezing eggs, playing god. They could stop time. They’d invented it after all..."

https://www.havehashad.com/6dokr

April 4, 2026 The gap Simon Firth There’s a very narrow gap between the clock and the bed. But it’s where I like to stand (extremely straight with my hands by my side) facing the window. I’m listening carefully to the tick of the clock. (In truth, and at this stage there’s no point in lying, I’m not sure if the tick is coming from the clock, or from inside my mouth, or from another clock inside my stomach). The pigeons on the windowsill are listening too. They’re waiting for the clock to stop, or for the hands to get confused about whether to move forwards or backwards. When this happens, the incorrect sound, which might also be a kind of silence, will coincide with my legs collapsing. (I haven’t moved from this spot for several days, and my legs have gotten very skinny). I’ll fall to the floor, crack my head open, and the pigeons will join me in the gap between the clock and the bed, where they’ll pluck away at whatever is left of me. And when they’re done, the hands of the clock will

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from The Gap today from Simon Firth!

https://www.havehashad.com/ogxtg

Two tiny HAD poems! Thanks to @ezhang77.bsky.social for accepting these

April 3, 2026 Two Futures Benjamin Niespodziany The Future Nobody wants the future to be mechanical metal-filled junkyard parts when the forest is still scribbling new histories and the rain tastes like God. * The Future God swallowed all the storks. What more do you expect us to do?

🚨 NEW Benjamin Niespodziany! 🚨 TIMES TWO!! 🚨


https://www.havehashad.com/i80cs

How did Ariel ever learn how to walk on her new legs without crawling first? by Christina Tudor On the day of my abortion, I am thinking about my childhood neighbor and the time she dove headfirst into the chalk world we sketched out on my driveway. We were playing mermaids and pretending to swi...

My first ever fiction publication went live on the @havehashad.com site five years ago today!

The piece got a crazy amount of likes and reshares on a certain social media website that is no longer fun! One of my favorite authors shared it! www.havehashad.com/hadposts/how...

mother, lick my fingers by Jackson Minjoon Wright Now, as a young man, I’m Small enough to fit in Your palm. Devour me as Banchan so that I can know What it was like to eat With you. Just make sure to regurgitate me, cook Me down, use me as Tallow so&hellip;

"Now, as a young man, I’m
Small enough to fit in
Your palm. Devour me as
Banchan so that I can know
What it was like to eat
With you..."

today from Jackson Minjoon Wright!!

https://www.havehashad.com/8fc4f

No exaggeration, this is the first poem I've had published in over a decade. What a total delight, to come back to poetry in a journal filled with so many writers I admire!

Shiny new person machine poem by PSP editor @davidww.bsky.social up on HAD today!

April 1, 2026 Google’s new machine can reach between universes to perform quantum computations by David Ward Well yes, we say, after a few minutes to think about it. Not to gag you with sweetness, but hasn’t any lover already accomplished this? When my love runs dry don’t I reach my wooden dipper into a parallel well where we have no children, or have several, or where we are children ourselves and have known each other since Mrs. Allen’s second grade class, and take for myself a cup of that David’s cold water? And don’t we here, now, in our only world, so often seek down to groundwater just so our other selves can drink?

a real piece of time traveling beauty and wonder today from David Ward

https://www.havehashad.com/judsv

March 31, 2026 Asteroid 2024 YR4 by Matthew Murrey December twenty-second, twenty-thirty-two, the very day I turn seventy, you catch me staring up into the night sky watching for that dark chunk of space coming to flatten a forest, Bockscar a city, or just bullet by through the silent, airless dark. For my lucky seven decades I have lucked out—not booked that flight, not worked in that school, not lived by those parched woods— so after a card, a blown-out wish, and one unwrapped gift, I’m out scanning the sky and wondering if my streak will hold, though at seventy, I know no matter what happens, it’s all over but the shouting.

Matthew Murrey!!

https://www.havehashad.com/31brl

Sunday Scaries I listen to the same podcast over again. half laughing at the parts I remember being funny. not because I loved it. not even for enjoyment but because it feels good to know the future. it feels good to know exactly who I am going to be.

two poems today from Sean Cho A.

I really, really love them both, but will give y'all a peak of just the second one:

https://www.havehashad.com/scdeb

March 29, 2026 Slipping Shea Socrates One January day, while taking out the trash, Harp started slipping on ice and never stopped. One leg after the other, arms flapping, torso pitched at forty-five degrees. Their feet slapped the ground like Scooby-Doo and Shaggy running away. After a few minutes, Harp realized they might be stuck. With Felix’s help, they got back inside, where the slipping continued. “Maybe you’d better stay the night in the kitchen,” Felix said. And so it went, through winter and spring. Summer arrives, and the friction of Harp’s feet on hot ground smokes their shoes, burning through the soles until only calloused, bloody feet remain. A friend, Sarah, slips Nike sandals onto Harp’s feet, timed perfectly with each step. They sleep at the bed’s edge; when Harp and Felix share a bed, nobody sleeps. Harp must eat endlessly to fuel the motion. The endless movement calms some—cardinals, a certain cat, maybe even Harp—though the cat may just be after the birds. Harp’s ther

slip — and just keep on slipping — through space and time and life today with us and Shea Socrates!

https://www.havehashad.com/tb490

March 28, 2026 IF YOU WANNA FIGHT, FIGHT by nat raum I DID NOT COME ALL THE WAY TO THIS MOTHERFUCKING CHILI’S CIRCA 2003 TO GO HOME WITHOUT AT LEAST A RARE STEAK AND A GIANT MOTHERFUCKING MARGARITA. NO, I AM HERE TO COLLAPSE YOUR VISION OF YOURSELF AS SOME ALTRUISTIC HERO, ALL GUNS BLAZING AND GLORY DECAYED. LISTEN, I NEVER SAID I WAS PERFECT—I’D ARGUE THE OPPOSITE. BUT I WEAR IT LIKE AN UNDRESSED WOUND, TOO PROUD TO GAUZE OVER. IF THIS IS INDEED MY MISSTEP, COME AT ME, BRO. MY KNUCKLES ARE THIRSTY.

🚨 new nat raum!! 🥳 🥳

https://www.havehashad.com/ypnbq

The first thing I've written since I had a baby! Thank you @havehashad.com and @ezhang77.bsky.social!!! www.havehashad.com/hadposts/30-...

In That Other Town Time runs backwards. The Dead come home to full beds.

Two amazing time traveling shorties today from Ben Starr!



Here's the second of the two: https://www.havehashad.com/wjffu