Thinking of doing a right wing grift by writing patriotic erotica, I’ll call it Patr-erotica.

I've had this bookmarked for a bit, and thought I'd pop it open on Father's Day. @mikemwilson.bsky.social originally said "It's kind of grim," and DAMN he was right. But it's the best kind of grim, the kind that makes you think about yourself and the people around you in a deeper way.

“The only thing hanging in the closet now is the suit. Waiting for me. Like a Wall Street Grim Reaper.” This matter-of-fact heartbreaker by @mikemwilson.bsky.social is going to stay with me. What a perfect short story.

Really great, powerful, stunner of a story from @mikemwilson.bsky.social "If this is true he’s doing a cool thing for my wife. His wife. Our wife. It can’t be easy to come over here and tell the dying ex that she doesn’t want to see him anymore, to help us break up all over again."

It ain’t a true Midwestern childhood unless you were traumatized by tornado sirens half a dozen times a year while your dad drank cans of Bud in a lawn chair out in the driveway as the hail started falling.

I don’t read many new stories anymore. But this one by @mikemwilson.bsky.social was quite good.

Sharing this again because who knows when I’ll publish another one. www.identitytheory.com/handbook-for...

had the best time reading my new short story at small press nite with @kevinmkearney.bsky.social at the book catapult — his novel Freelance is out from @rejectionlit.bsky.social now & you should order your copy

No biggie, just @mikemwilson.bsky.social out here with another stunner to get me all teary-eyed to start my day.

Really grateful to Identity Theory for publishing this. It’s an extremely sad story and I’m very proud of it.

So I guess 40 is the age when the nose hairs really make their move.

I’m always jonesing for a new haunted Jones. Love this one so much.

@themountaingoats.bsky.social I am at a museum and just ran into some Mountain Goats

“NAME ALL SPORTS TEAMS AFTER BIRDS!” — Jonathan Franzen, probably

Have been reading/thinking about 20th century NYC publishing and it’s a bummer how much it seemed to depend on a rich person here and there with decent taste to publish great books that barely sold.

I have a new story in @havehashad.com today! my third one 💀 🏚️ ✨ grateful as always to editor @aaronburch.bsky.social for providing a wonderful home for my words + to all of you who read it ♡ www.havehashad.com/hadposts/the...

Read this one by @anniejowrites.bsky.social and let that last line absolutely hit you right in the heart. www.havehashad.com/hadposts/the...

One thing I love about my daughter being a theater kid is sometimes she walks into the kitchen and for no reason at all starts speaking in an incomprehensible Scottish accent.

Whenever I see a person with a carton of 18 eggs in their basket at the store I’m like “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, BILLIONAIRE!”

Whenever I write something good I’m like hell yeah I’m fooling them, fooling every single last one of them, all of them, all three of them.

If I was a song writer all my songs would have three to four minutes of “hey hey hey hey” or “wooo wooo wooo wooo” or “nah na nah naaaaa!” and they’d all be hits because of that

Solidarity to all you fellow degenerates who use the cup holder in your vehicle as a mini trash can

Jason Isbell please work with Dave Cobb again lol

Not to ruin your day but the fake babies born at the end of Father of the Bride Part II would turn 30 this year.

Awww babe don’t worry, when you get a rejection from an agent they’re not rejecting you as a writer they’re just rejecting the thing that you spent half a decade writing that encapsulates your intellect, emotional IQ, artistic passion, and overall aesthetic.

My kids spilled maple syrup in the fridge and told me about it after it had hardened so it looks like it’ll be there until we need a new fridge.

Oh shit it looks like we are on pope watch

Me every time I see someone using the word “skeet” on here

It’s like Mad Men but with nukes.

My retirement plan is go to as many fast food restaurants as I can and steal all the free mayonnaise packets and sell them on the black market since apparently eggs will no longer be a thing that exists.

Bad news I have gotten myself into a codependent toxic relationship with my WIP

Tonight I picked up my son and his girlfriend from the movie theater while listening to Wilco like a true dad’s dad. We even stopped for a burger and fries.

Of course our dads were all cooler than us, they smoked Marlboros and sang, “Baby don’t it feel like heaven right now, don’t it feel like something from a dream?” in Tom Petty voice when they were young, and we crushed a Red Bull and screamed “NOOKIE!” in Fred Durst voice as teenagers.

Word on the street around here is that RFK’s HHS is going to recommend balancing the four humors for treatment. abcnews.go.com/Health/kansa...

Fucking ICE agents were at my daughter’s middle school yesterday and kids were shaking and crying and scared so add another horrifying thing they are being terrorized by at school.

My favorite least favorite part of every rock doc is when they’re like “and then we all got into cocaine.”

I’ve been reading today. It’s been a good damn day.

There’s nothing more gutting to me than growing apart from someone you love. This beauty made me laugh out loud and then by the end made me desperately nostalgic. rejection-letters.com/2025/01/02/n...

This story has been living in my head the last few days. It works on all these different levels and does the things only short stories can do. Damn. A stone cold stunner. www.matchbooklitmag.com/mb/phillips/...

Was just at the store with my son and two people ordered crab claws from the meat counter and as the butcher handed it over my son goes, “Hey dad they have CRABS!”

I trust my creative process* so much. It has never failed me. *sitting down in front of the laptop to write for an hour and scrolling social media for 55 minutes

We’re going to press on and have the hap-hap-happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap danced with Danny fuckin Kaye

My pancreas later today after I throw a metric ton of pie and heavy cream at it.

I’ve watched Die Hard three out of the last four days HO HO HO

If you’re ever at a truck stop and a trucker asks if you want to hear a dirty joke you say YES. Trust me on this one.

A Muppets holiday movie but it’s about the French Revolution and it’s rated R who says no

One year I would like “This Year” by the Mountain Goats to not be the anthem for said year

What if the UAPs in Jersey are just trying to see all the pretty holiday lights?

This rules, can’t wait to get on the road and listen.

I looked at my face in a magnified mirror this morning and I will not be doing that again, that shit hurt my feelings.