“I had to see it myself, feel what they felt.” Jo Withers in @welkinpress.bsky.social www.mattkendrick.co.uk/welkin-stori...
And Also, In the Woods a Spaceship Landed | MattKendrick.co.uk
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Pat Foran
@pdforan.bsky.social
writer, editor, axolotl with a pretty good throwing arm Out now: Songs from the Blimp Ruins, a flash collection. Published by Silverbacked Punk: https://qgyjj4z.s.gy/sTuEPy Inscribed copies available (message me). https://neutralspaces.co/patforan/
“I had to see it myself, feel what they felt.” Jo Withers in @welkinpress.bsky.social www.mattkendrick.co.uk/welkin-stori...
And Also, In the Woods a Spaceship Landed | MattKendrick.co.uk
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“to sing that here” “But I am the same smallsome girl who learned better than to raise her voice above a whisper, and …” @sarahillswrites.bsky.social in @welkinpress.bsky.social www.mattkendrick.co.uk/welkin-stori...
Dear Walt Whitman | MattKendrick.co.uk
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“Let’s say it’s …” “Why does life always lead to a tree outside a vet’s, a red-eyed couple trying to decide, an old dog sniffing the wind?” @sfreligh.bsky.social in @welkinpress.bsky.social www.mattkendrick.co.uk/welkin-stori...
Outside a Vet’s Office: Boston, 9/11/2001 | MattKendrick.co.uk
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“how far the world stretches itself for us” “I don’t want to forget what might have been.” “The world keeps on and people keep doing what people do, and dogs keep doing what dogs do, but I don’t understand how.” @juliastrayer.bsky.social @reckonreview.bsky.social reckonreview.com/house-quilti...
HOUSE QUILTING | Fiction by Julia Strayer – Reckon Review
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“Is a name which will bind me for ever / his? Am I the echo of a fall into forever?” @alinaetc.bsky.social in Poems for Persons of Interest pfpoi.blogspot.com/2026/06/self...
Self-Portrait as Triolet for Tree, Alina Stefanescu (June 2026)
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“‘Am I dreaming?’ asked Katie. ‘No,’ said the old woman. ‘This is much better than a dream. Come on in.’” What the Stars Want by @claudiamonpere.bsky.social in @doesithavepockets.bsky.social www.doesithavepockets.com/fiction/clau...
Claudia Monpere — Does It Have Pockets
Give Me a Push | What the Stars Want
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"My cheerleader nudges me to switch to bottle feeding ... bouncing her pom poms, singing, 'A breast-fed baby with an overwhelmed Mom / Will never be happy, never be calm.'” Give Me a Push by @claudiamonpere.bsky.social in @doesithavepockets.bsky.social www.doesithavepockets.com/fiction/clau...
Claudia Monpere — Does It Have Pockets
Give Me a Push | What the Stars Want
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“I crept from kitchen to bedroom, a fieldmouse in the tall grass, avoiding the talons of Mom’s grief.” @lkardos.bsky.social in @doesithavepockets.bsky.social www.doesithavepockets.com/fiction/laur...
Lauren Kardos — Does It Have Pockets
Chruściki
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"Still, his warm breath is a bribe when watching the sunset together ..." "It’s as if something inside you has finally broken. And yet ..." @megpokrass.bsky.social in @centaurlit.bsky.social centaurlit.com/fishing-line...
Fishing Lines by Meg Pokrass | Centaur
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"I asked my child self to pick a violet and hold it in her palm. I told her, you will be okay. She said, but will you?" @mrbearstumpy.bsky.social in @centaurlit.bsky.social centaurlit.com/i-have-a-pic...
I Have a Picture of My Mother at Fifteen in a Pink Dress, Hands Clasped, Standing Outside a Place Called Mom’s Luncheonette by Georgia Bellas | Centaur
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“Carefully, she placed the plates on the cement and handed Doc Martens the bat. Together they smashed, screamed, and stomped until ...” @chelseastickle.bsky.social in Boudin, the spicy online cuz of The McNeese Review thereview.mcneese.edu/and-she-stil...
And She Still Has Her Christmas Lights Up in June, Too – The McNeese Review
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“You are mine, you say. My lips burn with harissa and part as your fingers near. I do not say: I am yours.” “It is always a feast with you, until it’s famine. More? you ask, and yes, I always want more.” @lorisambolbrody.bsky.social in Boudin, a cuz of McNeese Review thereview.mcneese.edu/olives/
Olives – The McNeese Review
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"And inside of her is a sad girl drawing pictures of a happy girl who still lives with her mommy and daddy ..." @dawnsteffler.bsky.social in @100wordstory.bsky.social 100wordstory.org/therapy/
Therapy - 100Words
Dawn Tasaka StefflerShe always knew there was a mean girl inside of her.
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"... The taffeta dress slides across a floor of metaphor— As in that shining surface of feeling. As in the blues got left at the bus stop". @catkinspoet.bsky.social in @okaydonkeymag.com okaydonkeymag.com/2026/07/31/o...
Ode to Serotonin by Cynthia Atkins
You’re the drooping wallflower finally asked to the dance. The taffeta dress slides across a floor of metaphor— As in that shining surface of feeling. As in the blues got left at the bus stop. Spry…
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"(Points: you have almost made him smile)." "Remind him that everything gets better. Show him your new cat." @megpokrass.bsky.social in @ettereview.bsky.social ettereview.com/summer2026/p...
Meg Pokrass | -ette-review
Meg Pokrass in -ette-review Issue 8: Summer 2026
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"We dip, squeeze, wash, return. Calculate what we have shared and what we have kept to ourselves. In kissing scenes, never kiss. In food scenes, never eat. But..." and "what remains after a life" @nomad-sw18.bsky.social in @thin-skin.bsky.social thin-skin.com/flash-fictio...
She was One of Us - Thin Skin
We know naked. We've done naked for a living. But tonight we are washing you. Tonight we are saying goodbye.We can’t be there tomorrow, on those hard wooden pews, in the church your family chose. Bu...
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"You, towering over a landscape blanketed by the white ash of charred earth. You, of bark and roots and roar. @karenc.bsky.social in @welkinpress.bsky.social www.mattkendrick.co.uk/welkin-stori...
The Boy Wraps His Arms Around You | MattKendrick.co.uk
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"... the rip of fabric, baby’s white stockings, heads, hands, the hit, the silence. @nomad-sw18.bsky.social in @welkinpress.bsky.social www.mattkendrick.co.uk/welkin-stori...
The things we did not see on Christmas Eve in Calumet, Michigan, 1913 | MattKendrick.co.uk
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"‘*Perpetua!?*’ Linda and I giggle over this together, half-drunk." @sagreene1.bsky.social in @welkinpress.bsky.social www.mattkendrick.co.uk/welkin-stori...
Whenever My Husband Reaches a Sexual Climax, he Shouts ‘Annabel!’ | MattKendrick.co.uk
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"When a dandelion pushed up through the cracked cement of what had once been the library, we built a fence around it and took turns standing vigil..." what's spelled, what's offered up @sfreligh.bsky.social in @welkinpress.bsky.social www.mattkendrick.co.uk/welkin-stori...
After the End Was the Beginning | MattKendrick.co.uk
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"You wonder what it would be like to disappear. If you started to dissolve, how long would ..." @suzannehicks.bsky.social in @ellipsiszine.bsky.social www.ellipsis-zine.com/writing/lost...
Lost and Found by Suzanne Hicks
Flash Fiction: Lost and Found
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"Beyond that, for her it’s all high score after high score, the purity of her shot’s arc, and ..." @jackbedell.bsky.social & World B. Free in Coming Up Short www.comingupshortmag.com/p/swish
Swish
by Jack B. Bedell
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"Home is the bullseye of a leech bite ..." You Took a Trip and I Couldn't Go Home With You by @pleomorphic2.bsky.social in Abundance Volume 3 online.fliphtml5.com/FunInTheZine...
Abundance Volume 3 - Ekphrastic Creation
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“… the one time I made a breathless midnight trip by bike to the security gate, he’d called ahead to have me turned away. But he was a pipe smoking man." and a whiff of Hai Karate @patriciaqbidar.bsky.social in @matchbooklitmag.bsky.social www.matchbooklitmag.com/mb/bidar/ces...
C’est Une Pipe | matchbook
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"...and resorts to 'I not' constructions with overwhelm." "She speaks as though Ava hears her, 'Come on, baby girl, come on.'” "'Please! I’ll be a mother, I’ll be a mother, I’ll be a mother, I’ll be a mother.'" April ♥️ @april-bradley.bsky.social in Cleaver www.cleavermagazine.com/the-promise-...
April Bradley: The Promise of Impossible Things • Cleaver Magazine
April Bradley is a Durham, North Carolina-based writer and therapist. Her writing appears in CRAFT Literary, Gone Lawn, and more.
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Opened the book mail today & went straight to the piece I was telling my wife about. I wanted her to read it. No, I wanted to read it to her, the way I heard @pdforan.bsky.social read it not long ago. So I did. And I cried the same way I did when Pat read it to us. This is a beautiful collection.
Brilliant, playful, surreal & heartbreaking. @pdforan.bsky.social Breathtaking in its originality. Inventive titles-- "Your Heart in a Thimble and on its Way to the Thinnest Home in the World"-- and astonishing stories.
If you were there last night, you already know this: @pdforan.bsky.social is a gift to his fellow writers. A book launch & reading that still has me a bit wrecked this morning. Buy Pat's book. I cannot say this strongly enough. Get your hands on a copy of SONGS FROM THE BLIMP RUINS.
Hereafter by @sfreligh.bsky.social is a novella-in-flash that feels like a guiding light for the genre. a tiny book I read slowly because I didn’t want it to end, even if I cried at every other flash. head to @adhocfiction.bsky.social and get your tissues ready #smokelong #blurbchallenge