Holy smokes I love this one. "Choked on a Chicken Wing While Living Alone is sitting at the piano, hands hovering over the keys but not touching them."
HAD fave Anna Vangala Jones back under the skulls today! https://www.havehashad.com/st012
Jeffrey Hermann
@jeffreyhermann.bsky.social
Writer, all sorts: https://linktr.ee/jeffreyhermann
Holy smokes I love this one. "Choked on a Chicken Wing While Living Alone is sitting at the piano, hands hovering over the keys but not touching them."
HAD fave Anna Vangala Jones back under the skulls today! https://www.havehashad.com/st012
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New issue, new podcast, new call for submissions! -ette’s 2026 summer issue features fresh, new work by @aabalaskovits.bsky.social @christophercitro.bsky.social @noranadj.bsky.social @caitlinohalloran.bsky.social @megpokrass.bsky.social @mykkirioswrites.bsky.social ettereview.com/summer2026/
Okay I am your book sommelier. Drop $10 ($5 for the zine, $5 for shipping, sorry) on King Ludd’s Rag No. 26, then tell me your favorite poem, book, song, etc., and I’ll pick out a book you might like and include it in your order for free. malarkeybooks.com/store/klr26
KLR 26 — Malarkey
King Ludd’s Rag No. 26 features stories by Kay Vaindal and Eli Sugerman.
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“Sure, AI can do _______, but it’ll never be able to ______” is BS. It’ll do it and make money and be popular and enter the culture in every creative field. You might despise it but you’ll be fooled too. Where does that leave us? No idea. And it'll get messier. But I appreciate this essay so much.
73.2 is at the printer, and 74.1 opens for submissions in two weeks! Please note we have a new AI policy that you can read on our submission page (TL;DR: we don't want AI-generated text), and a blog post from our editor on the subject, linked below.
If You Had to Describe Love as a Shape But You Weren’t Allowed to Say Circle What Shape Would You Say Love Is? Thanks @doesithavepockets.bsky.social ⭐️
"If you say love is a hexagon or a pentagon I feel like you’re saying love is a trap." A warm welcome back to DIHP Alum @jeffreyhermann.bsky.social alongside a pair of #poems each tiny, tender, & terrific | www.doesithavepockets.com/poetry/jeffr...
“I don’t think he knows about how the darkness got there. He doesn’t know that women know very well how to hide.” Love these micros by @jeffreyhermann.bsky.social
I Defeated Three Bears, one of three micros up at @bruisermag.com. www.bruisermag.com/hermann_poems2
They're back 🎉
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I Defeated Three Bears, one of three micros up at @bruisermag.com. www.bruisermag.com/hermann_poems2
Great piece of flash—I love this. 💙 “There’s a russet potato with a dozen eyes wearing a paper hat on fryer duty, crisping up his unluckier comrades.”
I'm in the flood! It's an honor to make it into the flood this year with maybe my weirdest story yet. #nffd2026
This micro is great (grate?) ⭐
i love this 300 word story by Kate Catinella ! it's about a girl that goes on a date with a guy who piles his plate with shredded parmesan what a good ending ! the role reversal in 300 words is impressive & memorable & thoughtful - read this pronto xraylitmag.com/cheese-drawe...
Check out this perfect little gem by @addisonzeller.bsky.social. "My owners feed me rich mush with no irritating spices. I get to lap clear water out of my calming blue bowl. I was not always a dog. I was once an unconventional cop with a Polish surname."
capping off an unusually busy month with a little tiny micro in scaffold lit! I hope you will take a look. It won’t take long. You should do it www.scaffoldlit.com/microwriting...
Reading this thread probably qualifies as an MFA in writing.
It's fine if your first draft is terrible. The first draft is just a seed. It doesn't look anything like the plant. You pour time over it and it grows.
Little piece in the amazing new issue of Ghost Parachute.
Read "I Quit My Regular Job and Went to Work for the Honeybees" written by @jeffreyhermann.bsky.social and illustrated by @amymarques.bsky.social. "... a death would stop them. Was something missing? Was my nature so different? The honeybees did not understand my question." tinyurl.com/2uabv7sr .
Thanks to the fantastic journal Ghost Paracute for choosing this piece, and to @amymarques.bsky.social for making the accompanying image--it's beautiful. (She also has a story in the issue, which is also beautiful.) ghostparachute.com/issue/may-20...
I Quit My Regular Job and Went to Work for the Honeybees — Ghost Parachute
It was hard work. A lot of building and storing, cleaning and repairing. But I labored and felt glad for it. Task after task, day after day, with sleep as a reward. Me and the bees. But eventually som...
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freely and fearlessly indulge in all peaceful concernments
"If you're going to fly a cast-iron airplane with no engine you might as well do it while it's snowing. The risk abates once you crawl above the clouds." Love this @mikhailbazharov.bsky.social micro at @wigleaf.bsky.social.
new new: "Cast-Iron Airplane," by Michael Bazzett: wigleaf.com
next week!! more like “coolest month” imo, featuring @gr8earlofhell.bsky.social, @travisshosa.bsky.social, @ezhang77.bsky.social, & Stephanie Anderson — register below!💡
Love this piece. The heart. The anger, muted. It's great.
"I closed my eyes and held my fingers to my temples. Nothing. Just the quiet field. The two of us sitting in the truck cab, the summer sun still hot in the evening. She said anyone could do it but no one was like her. I’d known that right away." Thank you @okaydonkeymag.com 🌟 tinyurl.com/3tkct3ey
"I closed my eyes and held my fingers to my temples. Nothing. Just the quiet field. The two of us sitting in the truck cab, the summer sun still hot in the evening. She said anyone could do it but no one was like her. I’d known that right away." Thank you @okaydonkeymag.com 🌟 tinyurl.com/3tkct3ey
We Took Turns Trying to Start the Truck With Our Minds by Jeffrey Herman
I closed my eyes and held my fingers to my temples. Nothing. Just the quiet field. The two of us sitting in the truck cab, the summer sun still hot in the evening. She said anyone could do it but n…
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“Homesickness begins to creep in. Loneliness. I showed them a picture of my girlfriend and they love her hair. It’s long and blond and she has it pulled back into a ponytail. One of them asks why I came all alone, across space, to this distant place. What have I done, I wonder.”
"Everyone on my new planet grows from what resembles a cactus flower. They bud and sprout. They unfold and then they begin the business of being loved and loving back. They cry when I tell them about money." @jeffreyhermann.bsky.social mrbullbull.com/newbull/flas...
"As he passes my window I see his face very clearly. Not an animal who desires something he cannot have but an animal who has known love and has lost it. Who has possessed something and must now live without it." Big hairy thanks to @havehashad.com 🌟
really wonderful tale today from Jeffrey Hermann "He climbs up the side of my building every night in the middle of the city and bellows about unrequited love. The poor beast." https://www.havehashad.com/zsgiv
You gotta read this.
totally hypnotized by Julia Juster's story when I read it as a sub, and was again rereading just now! "I tried to buy whale online, but it was all dried. Every night I practiced my order in the languages where whale was still legal." https://www.havehashad.com/7ai9l
"I ask what happened to her new job, and she laughs. She tells me that she’s grown tired of luring men into purchasing software licenses and she’s ready to try luring them to their watery doom."
“men lashing themselves to masts made from noise-cancelling technology.” extremely good siren logistics from Janel Comeau https://www.havehashad.com/pigbv