Indie internet and the healing powers of asking questions to Reddit. I wrote this after blocking two people on Instagram for general shadiness/stalking techniques. It’s not very good, but its center makes a stab towards celebration. herghosts.blog/2025/08/17/r...

I wrote this piece published by @librelit.bsky.social on the day before the innauguration of someone. It’s called “Winter Poetics,” but is as valid today when the cold steel of politics is pressing up against us. Check it out. While you’re there, read more. librelit.com/2025/07/16/m...

the defunct (but lovely) journal The Quill, The Wayne Literary Review and contributed to a comic anthology about the pandemic entitled The Things They Did.

Michael Hill is a father, husband, dog partner, and unionist who teaches at a community college in Michigan. He has published in High Rise: Brutalist Poetry, Delicate Emissions, Dogwood Alchemy…

Prose this evening by Michael Hill. Be sure to check out the fantastic video he so kindly recorded for us. @ccprof.bsky.social librelit.com/2025/07/16/m... youtu.be/DAP1yn_fxKE?...

Thank you for taking a chance on my poetry, John Compton. You’re a gift. And please check out his new magazine—he’s publishing a poem a day. substack.com/inbox/post/1...

Nearly breathless because I don’t get this kind of praise very often. What a lovely thing to say about a stranger on the internet.

My dear friend, Boyd Campbell, did me the truest honor of reviewing my book. You can read it on his substack. open.substack.com/pub/aboydcam...

"In the dream you sang of starlight and Icarus, reaching alongside him to that great bolt of orange in the blue. You woke up levitating..." Read "Grand Mal" by @marybuchanan.bsky.social in our latest issue: inner-worlds.ghost.io/grand-mal-ma... #SpeculativeFiction #MagicRealism #SpecFic

What’s a metaphor for: I woke up in a cloud one day.

Book reviews are delayed. I’m so sorry. I’d say I’m about two months behind schedule. I hate disrespecting y’all like this. If you’d still like me to write a review of your book or collection, I’d be honored to. Just know I’m behind and paddling my way forward at a snail’s pace.

We have a newly-minted page on the website that further clarifies our updated vision and values for the magazine. I feel inordinately lucky and indebted to the small but mighty troop of dedicated individuals that populate our Slack. librelit.com/values/

Got a speculative story about thoughts, feelings, or other strange experiences involved in being a person? We're open for submissions again in 2 weeks: July 1 - 14 members of marginalised groups only July 15 - 31 general submissions inner-worlds.ghost.io/submission-g...

the cat’s obsession with faucets is at an all-time high. I just googled whether there was a term for it yet. None to be had, but let’s make one: labrumania. I didn’t take Latin, but damn, if I’m trying.

🌸💀✨️ Issue 7 is out now! ✨️💀🌸 12 stories ready to break your heart, make you wince, fill you with bittersweet longing, or just make you kind of uneasy. You will feel things. inner-worlds.ghost.io/issue-seven-... #SFF #Horror #SpecFic #Fantasy #ScienceFiction #SpeculativeFiction #FlashFiction

Honored.

My flash fiction “Grand Mal” is in the new Issue 7 of @innerworlds.bsky.social, thanks to editor Sarah Jackson’s magnanimity and patience. “Grand Mal” is also ft. in my new collection Cerebral Weather. Thanks for looking. Thanks for being here. inner-worlds.ghost.io/grand-mal-ma...

Three years and dozens of therapist’s visits later and I have a concrete product for some pain I’d carried around with me like bad marbles. Pain from childhood sticks like a ghost to the present self. I couldn’t have asked for a better, kinder, more brilliant, & more open-minded than Alien Buddha…

thinking about me in 10 yrs at a Jung convention wearing something designer

Thanks to the magnanimity of Alien Buddha, it’s now available on Amazon. I have several copies that I’d love to send you in the mail for a cheaper price. Venmo me $7 and it’s yours, shiny sticker and note included. a.co/d/7h5eK2b

I have hope against all harsh realities that this slim little volume of traumas will find the right hands and hearts to hold it steady against moral uncertainties. Self-promotion feels gross on the skin sometimes, but maybe that’s the imposter in me. a.co/d/bRmA3fD

Best friend swooped in to save the day. I spent it largely alone and anxious. She’s glorious, isn’t she? Big smile across the table at me. Ordered rose for the occasion. Speaking with her feels as close to family as it’ll come.

My cat looks for goddesses in the toilet while I sit here, close to tears, puzzling over font choice and plastic brain placements. Earlier, I was half-convinced ordering a decorative skull online would solve my problems, like some honest representation of millennial pink mirth

Three years and dozens of therapist’s visits later and I have a concrete product for some pain I’d carried around with me like bad marbles. Pain from childhood sticks like a ghost to the present self. I couldn’t have asked for a better, kinder, more brilliant, & more open-minded than Alien Buddha…

Best way to knock the ego out of you is to edit something you’ve written, find the typo, ingest the typo, become the typo, recognize the hubris of ‘thinking this was really good 6 months ago’, lose your car keys, lose your mind, have the typo resurface in a dream doing the tango

Wednesday, life changed forever; signing a book contract with Alien Buddha Press left me in a kind of fugue state I urge you all to laugh about, already—go ahead!—like a joke told with competing mixtures of regret, mildly sweet, fat with memory of a version of myself I make attempts to forget.

Grateful and honored to have had the opportunity to review THE ART OF WASHING WHAT YOU CAN’T TOUCH by @ewenglass.bsky.social. www.marybsellers.com/reviews-inte...

"a small child who looked at the night from the plane’s window and saw the bell-shape of starshine and its Rembrandt glow and thought about the ways his father suffered" Today on ergot.: 'Am Starts' and 'Upon Watching..." by Mary Buchanan @marybuchanan.bsky.social www.ergot.press/authors/Mary...

Two beautiful and disturbing pieces by @marybuchanan.bsky.social in @ergot.bsky.social today. "Am Stars" especially.

"You’ve read about girls like you. Fates papier-mâchéd: WANTED posters for childhood interruptions complacent enough to call themselves redirections." Today on ergot.: 'Am Stars' and 'Upon Watching an Airplane...' by Mary Buchanan @marybuchanan.bsky.social www.ergot.press/authors/Mary...

Beyond honored to have two flashes out at @ergot.bsky.social www.ergot.press

Behold, the little blue pill. As potent as any poet, more poisonous than your average garden snake. We glimpse ourselves in the palms of our hands each morning.

First day on the new job. Managed to incorporate a faux tie into the affair.

I had the pleasure of interviewing @wingedlion.bsky.social, author of Tempest Blades: The Root of Hope and Small Spec Book Awards nominee about his new novel and its narrative ties with mental health. Link to his full interview below: www.marybsellers.com/reviews-inte...

Pleased as punch for this wonderful writer, and honored, beyond measure.

I did my damn, sweaty, heave-with-a-clunk-to-it-prosian best to attempt to explain just how remarkable Joyce Thomas is in her forthcoming collection Some Things in This World. www.marybsellers.com/reviews/some...

“I ghost for Jung” needs to be a sticker for any intellectual out there currently deteriorating on a dating app.

Lucky for the follows recently, and just wanted to say a brief hello in a couple of paragraphs, in case you’re wondering what we’re about and what’s with all the brain imagery.

I had the immense pleasure of reviewing Evelyn Berry’s poetry collection, Grief Slut. “we show each other magic tricks / we learned from the internet. / we swipe the apps, hypnotized pixeldumb…” Interested? Read my brief review, here: www.marybsellers.com/reviews/evel...

In the bittersweet midst of mourning the contact that fell gently out of my eye, onto my knee, then between the console, then upon the console, then between it once again so that it was smashed in two, all the while I was driving, all the while I was saying to myself “oh no”

Valentines is coming up. I’m on a soup diet for an impending wedding. My cat smells like violets. I cried during a podcast today. I’m wasting whatsleftofmyyouth* on blank bathroom walls (gloriously tiled ones, though). *1. Ahem

My cat almost ate my Focus Factor. He’s a bad cat.

Thinking about Geocities today. How, with a little snippet of janky code, you could secure a cursor that not only trailed fairy dust, but was in the shape of a magic wand.

Coerced by a dear friend into making an author website to host my book reviews on. It’s got other stuff: rogue clouds, a couple of jokes, & brief synopsis of the book I’ve been working on. If you’re interested & have some time to kill, that stupid link’s below: www.marybsellers.com

There’s meaning in media that applies to mental health now more than ever before. Consider submitting to our themed issue before springtime. There’s empathy in the lens, too, just adjust the lighting so—look deep and true.

Capitalism is hot pink. Our children equate beauty with the shock of plastic skin. There’s a type of face on here that’s buyable, injectable, stolen from what originated as a little German doll. It’s interesting what this country does to its women.

You wouldn’t believe my weekend even if I told you about it.

Pleased as punch to have my first poem I’ve attempted since graduate school included in this wonderful line-up. Thank you so much, Trampoline Poetry. www.trampolinepoetry.com