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Koss @kossworks.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

Goodbye voidlike sky. Yes, this is a poem, but not a very good one. xo.

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Sam Rasnake @samrasnake.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

“Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.” Toni Morrison, from Beloved

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Stanchion @stanchion.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

The penultimate issue of my literary magazine is almost here. I gave Stanchion over 6 years of my life, but it's just about time to say goodbye to the beautiful thing I started so I could be the proverbial utilitarian structure that allows the light of others to shine.

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Koss @kossworks.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

Once I saw an editor bragging that one of the stories they published for their zine got into a big anthology. They didn't mention the author or the story. Two of us asked and he ignored us. I don't send to that journal anymore. Every day, people fawn all over him. #litcommunity, #writerslife

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Francesca Leader @mooninabucket.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

It was a dream just to be published in @pitheadchapel.bsky.social. To have them nominate my work for Best of the Net is almost too much to take in 😭 Thank you, lovely editors 🤗 🥰 🙏 ICYMI, linking to the piece below 👇

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Melissa Ostrom @melostrom.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

Your Monday Mocha.🐶🤎

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Kik Lodge @kiklodge.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

Today’s the day! I know everyone’s licking ice cream and chilling the hell out phone-free but I’m as chuffed as chips to have a book out with @stanchion.bsky.social TODAY!♥️🍦🧘🏼🧘🏽‍♀️

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David Luntz @dluntz.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

happy to be back in @ergot.bsky.social with a tropical gothic story set in Manaus, Brazil in the late 1980s. Part of a WIP. www.ergot.press/authors/Davi...

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leftylady.bsky.social @leftylady.bsky.social · 01/07/2026

Clarence Thomas says the 14th Amendment should be read narrowly because it was written for formerly enslaved people. By that logic, the 2nd Amendment was written for muskets, not AR-15s. Funny how that kind of originalism only shows up when it's convenient.

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Sam Rasnake @samrasnake.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

From Rolling Stone’s list (2021): The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time… #195: Patsy Cline, “Crazy” One of Willie Nelson’s best songs. youtu.be/k3Kmytu6YlE

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Crazy - Patsy Cline (1961) audio hq

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Claudia Monpere @claudiamonpere.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

Absolutely thrilled that my debut book, a flash fiction collection, @cowboyjamboree.bsky.social is out Oct. 13. Kindle preorders now on Amazon. Printed text available 10/13. Remote launch SAT 11/14, 10:00 am PT. Details soon. Heartfelt thanks @vanwinkle.bsky.social. #flashfiction

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Susan L. Leary @susanlleary.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

Tiny poem from our collaborative chap, BRINK WAS THE WORD I WAS LOOKING FOR: diodepoetry.com/leary_susan_... Love poem-ing with Jarrett Moseley! Happy #smallpoemsunday! @darkwebtofu.bsky.social @diodeeditions.bsky.social @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

Lost Couplet

When I die, let my body be donated to silence.
The final noise: when I'm clothed in ground.

Sparrows asleep inside a glass violin.
Bells with their throats cut.

The song went: plenty, plenty. I've plenty of bones.

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Sam Rasnake @samrasnake.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

Jack Spicer, from “A Diamond” A Translation for Robert Jones

A diamond
Is there
At the heart of the moon or the branches or my nakedness
And there is nothing in the universe like diamond
Nothing in the whole mind.

The poem is a seagull resting on a pier at the end of the ocean.

A dog howls at the moon
A dog howls at the branches
A dog howls at the nakedness
A dog howling with pure mind.

I ask for the poem to be as pure as a seagull’s belly.

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Sam Rasnake @samrasnake.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

Kay Ryan, “All Your Horses”

Say when rain
cannot make
you more wet
or a certain
thought can’t
deepen and yet
you think it again:
you have lost
count. A larger
amount is
no longer a
larger amount.
There has been
a collapse; perhaps
in the night.
Like a rupture
in water (which
can’t rupture
of course). All
your horses
broken out with
all your horses.

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Sue Barry-Schulz @susanbarryschulz.com · 04/12/2024

“We can not figure our way out of grief. We can not use information or concepts to somehow reduce our experience of pain. As the adage goes, “the only way out, is through”.” —Francis Weller

Photo of an expanse of tangled overgrowth and shrubs and bare trees under thick gray clouds with a hint of December sun peeking through the clouds.

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Majda Gama @majda.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

Check out this rad new Literary journal! And maybe even my rad new poems?

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shome dasgupta @shomedasgupta.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

Say—here are about 78 literary journals opening for submissions in October. Some are open now or will close soon in September or October. Genres, themes, & guidelines vary—dates are tentative. These should be no-fee. There are more resources out there, too. Wish y’all well, friends.

Paris Review
Electric Literature
Quarterly West
Writers Space Africa
Reading Into Culture
Hoot Review
Petrichor
Encyclopedia Prismatica
128 Lit
Diamond Gazette
Brick
WayWords
The Gilded Weathervane
Shadowplay
Fiction
Amsterdam Review
Poet Lore
Room
Oakwood
Southern Quill
45th Paralelle
Apotheca Journal
MicroLit
Weird Lit
Gravity Of The Thing
Nimrod
Superpresent
Ink In Thirds
Beloit Poetry
Unbound Ink
New World Writing
Folio
Plume
The Shore
Banshee
Tractor Beam
SmokeLong Quarterly
Rome Review
Patrika Aranyak
Gyroscope Review
Letters
Forge
Two Hawks Quarterly
Seaside Gothic
The Rumpus
Westchester Review
Thieving Magpie
Kitchen Table Quarterly
Salamander
New Feathers Anthology
Shift
Portland Review
Barcelona Review
The Razor
Clockhouse
Tahoma Literary Review
Clackamas Literary
Gooseberry Pie
The Drift
Wigleaf
Craft
Pithead Chapel
Doric Literary
Reed Magazine
Harpur Palate
Trace Fossils Review
Ninth Letter
Black Fox
Redivider
The Meadow
Puerto Del Sol
Lolwe
Split Lip
Beaver Magazine
Lunch Ticket
Saw Palm
Bat City Review
Crab Creek Review

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Koss @kossworks.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

@samrasnake.bsky.social thanks, friend. Have a great weekend!

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Koss @kossworks.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

Check out these gorgeous pieces by @majda.bsky.social from The House of Modern Upbringing for Girls from Wandering Aengus Press. #poetry, #poems, #multi-worlds, #dislocation, #everywoman, #poet, #bridges, #MAPS,

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Julene Tripp Weaver @trippweavpoet.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings. —Wendell Berry

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Jesse Hawken @jessehawken.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

Bob Mackie design lithograph for The Pointer Sisters

“The Pointers”, a fashion design lithograph by Bob Mackie painted by the artist

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Koss @kossworks.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

the strange light returned today, but I still have a shitty cell phone camera. maybe I can go out and shoot with a real camera soon.

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Koss @kossworks.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

so happy to have an acceptance for some asemic art (3) by @ogre.red today! I guess I will have another pub this year after all...

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Bulb Culture Collective @bulbculture.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

As a gentle reminder, BCC only considers reprints for publication! Sticking to our Glowering theme, we want to read and resurrect your literary zombies! 🧟

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Jenny Wong @jenwithwords.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

I'm so excited and can't wait for this little book to start traveling the world. Until then, you can pre-order it either directly from Bull City Press or from Amazon, Indigo-Chapters and others! bullcitypress.com/product/ligh...

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Light Chemical Sea by Jenny Wong

by Jenny Wong 63 pages, softcover ISBN: 978-1-949344-71-4 release date: November 10, 2026* *Consolidated shipping: If an order with multiple items includes a pre-ordered item, all items will ship t…

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Chelsea Dingman @chelsdingman.bsky.social · 20/07/2026

My new poem in the summer issue of @triquarterlymag.bsky.social with thx to the editors!

A Question of Archives
Let us not begin at the beginning, nor even at the archive, Derrida says.
As when I had a child atter miscarrying, 1 began to see my fathe: everywhere. The deer he'd shot in the woods the winter before he died
My mind, Decembering the snow, the sun, the cold.
A four-day-long migraine.
The strange unabsence that is also unpresence. A shadow tense: the winter trees.
Too often lately, I sleep on the bathroom floor. Hormones laced with swords. All ridding riddled with sweat and nausea and pain.
My father, crving in my sleep as we sit in a truck near an outdoor pooll Neither of us speaks or moves. Night, like memory, yields to time.
It time is our greatest currency, that I might rearrange the past as the lodgepole pines rearrange the surface of water.
ly father, crying near the woods instead. The trees' shadows, kneelin a the blood of a dees
I he lost object is not an object at all, according to Lacan.
A dead man, a miscarriage. Lost addresses. Tell me again how anxiety has no object?
How contagious our despair. The Werther Effect: the friend before me, the one after. We were only children. Unlike water, the pines. My long attachments.
Still, I don't know how to endure. I don't know how not to.
The historical truth vs. the material truth. Certain pasts will disappear within and without language, our only witness.
My father, crying in the open field of my mind. Unable to find his way home.
Adorno insists that the living rescue the dead through memory.
I am my father's murderer. I am my father's savior. I am neither
Say child in place of father.
What is a truth if not a wish
to be held
"he way my father carried himself through the world. The way he carried m when I could still be carried. The way a river carries-
I want to be held like that. Years and years ago.
That water, white-cold as it moves. The current, its currencies. Withheld from being able to stop or go back for anyone.
The way a parent moves when withholding a world that they don't want a…

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Melissa Ostrom @melostrom.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

“And we are kissing still.” Pat, this beauty: ❤️❤️❤️!

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Koss @kossworks.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

Came across these wild sunchokes (native to my state) today--probably around 70 feet. Sorry for bad cell phone photo. I might try to find out who owns the property and get some to plant...

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

and the leaves like old boyfriends Frank Stanford

the afternoon of another hunter

you are that
a wedding reception for death
a heart beyond doubt
floats in your neck
like a compass
and the leaves like old boyfriends
holding magnets and the final mist
I conclude the hypothesis
of sundown pardon the ritual

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Sam Rasnake @samrasnake.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

From Rolling Stone’s list (2021): The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time… #206: Glen Campbell, “Wichita Lineman” I always thought Campbell was playing a baritone guitar for his solo, but he was actually playing a Danelectro 6-string bass. youtu.be/imSTISOcl4k

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GLEN CAMPBELL "WICHITA LINEMAN" 1968 (2026 FULL BALANCED ALTERNATE STEREO REMIX)

YouTube video by Didi's Stereo Lounge

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Kathryn Aldridge-Morris @kazbarwrites.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

Been sitting on this news for months but can spill at last!! My literary memoir TONGUE TIDE will be published by Verve Books! 🥳I honestly could not be happier right now - they are the absolute perfect publisher for my story. Grateful to my amazing agent Abi Fellows for getting this deal! 🤩

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Melissa Ostrom @melostrom.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

“I dream of wearing crowns…” Oh, I love this dreamy, eerie gem by @happilander.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social. 👑

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Gillian Brockell @gillianbrockell.com · 11/09/2026

AN URGENT EXCLUSIVE: Ahmed Soliman, the 30-year-old gay man ICE expelled in April to Equatorial Guinea, a country he has no ties to, was arrested this morning and cannot be located, his attorneys say. They fear he may be in one of EG's torture prisons. prospect.org/2026/09/11/i...

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Immigrant Trump Sent to African Hotel Prison Arrested After Speaking With Media, Lawyers Say - The American Prospect

Ahmed Soliman’s attorneys fear he may have been sent to one of Equatorial Guinea’s notorious torture prisons.

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Susan L. Leary @susanlleary.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

For this week’s #smallpoemsunday, here’s one from BRINK WAS THE WORD I WAS LOOKING FOR, a collaborative chap between myself & @darkwebtofu.bsky.social! Thanks to @diodeeditions.bsky.social for believing in these poems! Read the rest here: diodepoetry.com/leary_susan_... @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

Soft Machinery

Drowned lilies in a basin behind chapel doors.
The feeling of a snail crawling down the throat.

Of history, is it the metaphor or the body that dies?
The float of seasons, a widening orbit, the book older and stranger.

Standard are the ways we hurt each other, however slowly it may make us.

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Robert Vaughan @rgvaughan.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

Today on our @bendinggenres.bsky.social blog, Ashley Yang-Thompson interviews, and reviews Mark Leidner's new project Elegy for Pangea: bendinggenres.com/ashley-yang-...

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Ashley Yang-Thompson Interviews Mark Leidner/ Micro-review of Elegy for Pangea

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Mixed Bag @m-ixedbag.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

Do read this young writer's work! Govind Gupta in @lit-namjooning.bsky.social.

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Jacqueline Doyle @jacqdoyle.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

My fiction collection American Literature 101: Stories was accepted for publication at Cornerstone Press (University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point). See my Substack post for more: jacquelinedoyle2.substack.com/p/my-fiction...

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My fiction collection AMERICAN LITERATURE 101: STORIES will be published by Cornerstone Press

Who could have guessed I’d have two books so late in my career?

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Francesca Leader @mooninabucket.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

Was never a cool kid in school. I was an outcast, frankly—couldn’t do math or sports, couldn’t afford the hot clothes. But seeing the pile of skulls I’ve managed to accumulate does a lot to make up for that. Thanks so much for letting me hang with the cool kids, @havehashad.com 😊 🥰

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Jill Kitchen @jillkitchen.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

Read the whole beautiful issue here: www.birdcoatquarterly.com

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Current Issue | Birdcoat Quarterly

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Jill Kitchen @jillkitchen.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

Thrilled to have two poems in the latest lovely issue of @birdcoatquarterly.bsky.social. Thank you to Anna Sandy Elrod for choosing "fade" and "on wind", both writings from my Colorado heart.

Image of the cover of the latest issue of Birdcoat Quarterly featuring a piece of art with a blue circle with blue lines crossing it

on wind
Jill Kitchen
she catches at my edges, lifts me to noticing. she carries crow to where he needs to go, his crackled call. she sings the grey center of a sunlit cloud, leans into green. without her, no one would dance. the finches would still, unruffled. she reminds you to move, even if it is only with the wings of your heart. she guides the song of the boy on his bicycle, te quiero te quiero. the crow again, a caw of lament, a drum in throat. have you ever swallowed gold, the thread of autumn light? the rustle touch of grass, the sound of ocean where there is none. within her touch, the memory of other times she surrounded. a montana plain haunted by ghost shadow. the cornish coast near tintagel. the cliffs of west maui, carrying wave crash over black rock. how she is everywhere, holding you, summoning you elsewhere, raging at you. once, she showed you how she could miracle 80 degrees and sun spears into 20 degrees and a brutal blue snow cloud, erasing everything. she carries the voices of the lost to their mothers, carries the cries of the grieving back to spirit walkers. exhales seeds across a continent, hearts across oceans. the coyote's split arc of howl in the night.

fade
Jill Kitchen
the goldfinches have gone. the rise and fall, rise and fall of their flight. sunflowers have lost their color, leaning brown and petal-less into
the sudden lesser light of late afternoon. every creature seems to be fighting against winter's sure arrival-the jays and red-breasted finch arguing
with a squirrel over the last of the scattered seeds, a cottontail worrying over sweet remnants of flesh left on windfall cores from the apple tree. the same tree
a bearshape crunches in the almost-midnight dark, the pull and crackle of leaves on the branch, the persistent snap of teeth breaking through apple skin.
even your child hungers and wanes with each moment's loss of light. even you are fading, your shadow become the soft murmurs of leaf shapes,
the sun sighing small geometries in between. it isn't only this season that pulls you away. this story has been spinning for years, since
your absence of breath to become mother. since even before, when you began to fear the predators who might find you the day your own skin
shook you unconscious and left you on a taxi floor, the ghost songs of sirens closing in.

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Koss @kossworks.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

The road I grew up on and returned to as an adult... There was a strange light last night my shitty cell phone just couldn't capture. I have run many miles on this road (before wrecking my ankle)...

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Koss @kossworks.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

Leaf mold started last fall is getting closer to being usable. I planted tomatoes in some from last year and they did great. So much better than bought stuff.

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