"He might turn out to be a young Sartre to my Beauvoir.” “(I care more about people’s lives than their philosophies.)” & the maybes I Still Don’t Care About Hegel + 2 by @jacqdoyle.bsky.social in @newworldwriting.bsky.social newworldwriting.net/jacqueline-d...

“With trembling hands, she lights a thin cigarette, taking a long pull, filling her lungs, inhaling deeper than she usually would, but her mind’s in a place it’s not been before.” @suzannehicks.bsky.social in Twisted Tongue Press twistedtonguepress.com/fiction/atom...

“We’re friends you say we’re knives sometimes making the little hurt noise loners make” @bidoofaloof.bsky.social in Twisted Tongue Press twistedtonguepress.com/issue-2/essa...

“The tornado is sexy, sultry, a slut.” @skyskkyy.bsky.social in @fracturedlit.bsky.social fracturedlit.com/she-sucks/

“Always I passed away, quickly, unnamed.” “Then one day I am born and I do not die.” @lynnmundell.bsky.social in @fracturedlit.bsky.social fracturedlit.com/again/

“They will say, ‘You’ll see,’ with these sly, knowing smiles, as if planning a surprise for my birthday. And that is when I will start to follow them …” @ruthjoffre.bsky.social in @fracturedlit.bsky.social fracturedlit.com/one-of-the-l...

“… a man with a subterranean smile who in many ways felt like an echo of the old guy.” — “In Spring a man appeared on Jane’s front porch like a sunray selling glow-in-the-dark dog collars.” @megpokrass.bsky.social in @bendinggenres.bsky.social bendinggenres.com/two-epilogues/

“… & he says all they can do is take take take & he says there’s already nothing left for the rest of us: no unions, no jobs, no land & he says everything they touch turns to beige & …” @aniking.bsky.social in @bendinggenres.bsky.social bendinggenres.com/puppy/

“But this small town is haunted by a past none of its inhabitants dare speak of, just like the one a little further down the road, and the one a little after that.” @hughbehmsteinberg.bsky.social in @bendinggenres.bsky.social bendinggenres.com/ellipses-are...

“I felt my insides go numb and cold. Did she just want a short break? Or was she leaving me forever?” @swethaamit.bsky.social in @bendinggenres.bsky.social bendinggenres.com/mallory/

“Your hand, a zebra against the setting sun and the venetians, stampeding as always.” @pleomorphic2.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social gooseberry-pie.com/game-night/

“A last supper–your father’s kitchen smelling like home, your brother and his girlfriend watching the tram cross the East River, the New York City skyline sprinkling to life." “... why didn’t you pick up?” @karenc.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social gooseberry-pie.com/what-you-can...

“… I cradle Eunice in my arms and explain to her how wrong I was, how she was always my favorite chicken, how this world demands hard things …” @emilyrinkema.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social gooseberry-pie.com/eunice-bobs-...

“…I’d watch my mother’s face light up with every expert note, as she transformed into a stranger, a woman I’d never met, donning dresses I’d never seen her wear, her hair fixed like an actress…” Strangers + 1 by @jekwriter.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social gooseberry-pie.com/strangers-2/

“Would you render me in multi-color angles like Dora who said none of your depictions were her or cast me in bronze like Esmeralda, your she-goat muse?” She-Goat Muse After Guernica by Pablo Picasso + 2 by @lucindakempe.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social gooseberry-pie.com/she-goat-muse/

“I thought of our mom falling through the air. The world suddenly so slow, as if I could run and catch her if I was fast enough, if I was big enough to hold her up.” @pintsncupcakes.bsky.social in @undertow.bsky.social www.weirdhorrormagazine.com/you-were-jus...

"... all she would have done to keep her children safe and alive, all she'd tried to do, all she'd given up, yet how blind she'd been, how weak and scared her version of love had been in the face of the world and its whispering voices." Frog Heart by @joybaglio.bsky.social @ikeproject.bsky.social

"If you carve the words in sadness, know them like the ink you bury, like the veins that rise to the occasion." Undoing: The Book of Being Here by @jenlrouse.bsky.social in The Constant Hum of Elsewhere, published by Harbor Editions @smallharborpub.bsky.social (congrats, Jen! ♥️)

"...they see the lights. Blinking and twinkling, carousel spinning, Ferris wheel turning and the sound of music crisp and clear as a bell. Calling them. He's been warned all his life about the carnival but maybe, just maybe..." In the Desert by @barbarabyar.bsky.social @cowboyjamboree.bsky.social

“It’ll be easy, intimate.” "(I’ll no longer be in the room, watching and listening. I died years ago. My mission lives on in you.)" @martynpedler.com in Milk Candy Review milkcandyreview.home.blog/2026/04/09/s...

“‘Do I embarrass you?’ ‘No, I’m trying to protect you.’ ‘Why did Mama leave?’ ‘Some questions have no answers.’” @juliastrayer.bsky.social in Craft Literary www.craftliterary.com/2026/04/10/g...

“… I’m Loath to remember my most shameful Moments but I don’t have to bc god Takes care of that anyway, folds them in Like a kind of overlay, guilt-chyron That can run at any time …” @tomsnarsky.bsky.social in @bulbregion.bsky.social bulbregion.com/Book-of-Hour...

“If a mime mimes dying in the forest, does he make a sound? If a mime mimes a mime miming his hanging of himself, will anybody laugh?” @thedrevlow.bsky.social in @bulbregion.bsky.social bulbregion.com/An-elegy-for...

“Sometimes I catch a speck of gold or silver on my cloth as I wipe dust from beside the posters of eyes he hung in his room—why so wide open, what is he looking for?—and wish I could put the speck back.” I Never Made the Toast + 2 by @maureenlangloss.bsky.social in @literaryruby.bsky.social

“The way the airplane food tasted like loneliness …” @kathrynsilverhajo.bsky.social in @literaryruby.bsky.social rubyliterarypress.com/259-2/issue-...

“Soon our house will smell like the past I carry and the present that we share.” @nazbk.bsky.social in @literaryruby.bsky.social rubyliterarypress.com/259-2/issue-...

“Gluck is a fuck, I tell myself in my head. Good one, I think.” “I take a bite out of the apple out of spite. A spite bite. Another good one, I tell myself.” @francinewitte.bsky.social in @literaryruby.bsky.social rubyliterarypress.com/259-2/issue-...

“He’d be the first to call BS on all this religious stuff—no offense, Pastor Chad. Santa was all about laughter.” “I had my own father, once upon a time.” @patriciaqbidar.bsky.social in @literaryruby.bsky.social rubyliterarypress.com/259-2/issue-...

“for living so close to open water, for my mother’s tea cake recipe, for the chance to listen to old Frankie Laine 78s with my dad after Mom passed…” @jackbedell.bsky.social in @eunoiareview.bsky.social @eunoiareview.bsky.social

“… I told him how sad I found it, how the collective isn’t about lonely sacrifices and Messiahs that will save the crowds, the collective is about saving each other in turns.” @happilander.bsky.social in Exclamation Mark Literary Journal exclamationmarklit.com/the-death-of...

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"*Do you smell the beach?* she inhales, closing her eyes long enough to feel she is slipping away into a riptide." "iridescent eyeshadows" & "all I smell is sun and possibilities" Sabrina ♥️ My Drugstore Queen by @sabrinahicks.bsky.social in Coyote Girl, published by @cowboyjamboree.bsky.social

"I sit at my yellow desk and write him fictitious postcards..." "The pictures on the postcards are of things that make me think of him: an airplane disappearing into a cluster of cumulus clouds, a sinking ship..." ♥️ The Midway by @jamybond.bsky.social in Combat Zones, from Boudin/McNeese Review

“Never glare back at the thought hammock. *J’accuse* is a complete sentence.” Teachings by @tomsnarsky.bsky.social in Mountebank, published by @brokensleepbooks.bsky.social

“& in this moment we are caught alive so very alive in the silvery moonlight & it’s all alright” moonlight by @dehm000.bsky.social in irl, published by @stanchionbooks.bsky.social

“Think about this: You will never do anything. Think about this: A pure mind cannot endure. Obey. The quicker the better.” — “I may be making this all up. I mean I definitely am. Which is to say …” ♥️ these, Kathy @kathyfish.bsky.social in @bulbregion.bsky.social bulbregion.com/Two-Stories-...

“How evolved they were!” “Malorie lowers her gaze to the feet of her guests. All the men’s legs manspread apart. Black-socked feet protruding from department store slacks.” @marioaliberto3.bsky.social in @bulbregion.bsky.social bulbregion.com/Key-Party-by...

“The last time she saw her husband’s head, it was at the bottom of their stairs with a hammer sticking out of it. (It’s entirely justifiable that she put it there. The jury said so.)” @kcmeadbrewer.com in @bulbregion.bsky.social bulbregion.com/Even-After-Y...

“Teeth spelled backwards is Heatpad. Heatpad spelled backwards is Father.” — “I don’t owe you anything. There’s no owe.” @neonpajamas.bsky.social with two in @bulbregion.bsky.social bulbregion.com/Two-Poems-by...

“Goya’s ghost remained mercifully silent, because he’d met people like us, who thought they were goldfish mistaking their bowl for the ocean.” “And Goya’s ghost watched us like we were a boring movie …” @happilander.bsky.social in @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social www.bloodhoneylit.com/mileva-anast...

“I take your hand and we run. I slide my fingers between yours and we run. Like children. We run.” All of the people we pull along with us + 2 by @ccrussell.bsky.social in @theargylelitmag.bsky.social www.theargylelitmag.com/fiction-7/ru...

“I catch a breath and hold it tight, a bubble of compressed wishes I push deeper towards my belly and plant like a seed. And when my face melts into the water, I …” @nikigjoni.bsky.social in Flash Glass @rowanglassworks.bsky.social www.rowanglassworks.org/flash-glass-...

“Is it not possible to love the original child and the changeling at once?" “… and they join hands as they leap, unafraid …” @janstinchcomb.bsky.social in @crowkeys.bsky.social crowcrosskeys.com/2026/04/01/c...

“That's what I keep telling myself.” @jackbedell.bsky.social in @dishsoapquart.bsky.social dishsoap-quarterly.com/3-31-26

“… and I found it funny how we say the same words but we mean different things, funny how we sing along but we hear different things, funny how I thought we had forever but we didn’t …” @happilander.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/april-...

“If I had a life, it started on the November afternoon when me and the other girls who sat at the back of the cafeteria next to the dirty dish window opened the tips of our index fingers …” "... where the reporter will …” @sfreligh.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/april-...

“If it meant nothing, then there was nothing to mourn.” “… I had my own ways to celebrate our love. If that’s what it was.” @tracieadams.bsky.social in @pitheadchapel.bsky.social pitheadchapel.com/beast-of-bur...

“‘Was I not enough?’ he asked.” @mbarrettwriter.bsky.social in @pitheadchapel.bsky.social pitheadchapel.com/explaining-t...