in the right light, everything is cringe. with the lights off, nothing ever is. just don't go smashing your pinky toe on the corners of things.

ICYMI, I’ve got a story in Ghost Parachute called “What Wei Boyang Dreamed of When He Invented Gunpowder” (ghostparachute.com/issue/august...)

it took 3 months to grow this single turnip and it's not most delicious thing

(1) linkedin profile link (2) intrigue (3) click - they have linkedin premium (4) EXPOSED

can't fuckin wait for my short fiction acceptances. everywhere i sent my fiction takes eons to respond. and at least one eon has passed.

america's greatest contribution to the world is the american consumer. we are merely the best products in One Nation Under God. who's buying whom?

>How do you like your steak? alive and hanging out with his family >You think you're better than me? you asked me how i like my steak 🤷

don't mistake my being awake at 5am for discipline. i really was just worried I left my rice cooker on, or a cat is throwing up, or i missed an emergency midnight call, or something fell in the kitchen and it's definitely burglars, or murderers, or

hi. good morning. i'm 欠揍. all the grown ups have always told me so.

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Happy to have a micro in the latest issue of Ghost Parachute! ghostparachute.com/issue/august...

What Wei Boyang Dreamed of When He Invented Gunpowder — Ghost Parachute

I first fell in love with fire when I watched the body of my father burn in the pyre, his flesh transmuting into a fine powder that danced circles in the breeze like a soul set free, so I swallowed my...

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i was thinking about how it will only take one contest win to offset the costs of submissions and become profitable as a writer and now i feel sick i have corporate-bro disease

"I will dig it with my own hands and let the dirt pack beneath my fingernails, so you can linger the way death does. In time, you will be forgotten the way dreams are." @trampset.bsky.social ilysm frfr www.trampset.org/post/a-jar-o... #lyricessay 🦋

A Jar of Dirt | trampset

by Mitchell Ny...We lie on the switchback, you atop my chest, and become immovable—like my nerves had been pulled gently from my navel. I am denervated meat and cooked clay.

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"You were of the Quiet—a breathing stain. Between the bones of my ribcage, I fed you until you were far too much to carry" So many quotable lines in this from @mitchellny.com Love how this builds; the use of a repeating motif

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"You really aren’t made of flesh and guts and bones; all ground to dust. No. You are of twigs and autumn leaves" @mitchellny.com's "A Jar of Dirt" www.trampset.org/post/a-jar-o...

cooking is love. even if the food is bad, it is always done in service of a person. to nourish. unless it's poisoned, then scratch that. #cooking

"A Jar of Dirt" is out now in trampset. some of my fav sentences in this one. go check out the issue! @trampset.bsky.social #cnf #flash www.trampset.org/post/a-jar-o...

A Jar of Dirt | trampset

by Mitchell Ny...We lie on the switchback, you atop my chest, and become immovable—like my nerves had been pulled gently from my navel. I am denervated meat and cooked clay.

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Final day to send in work to ANMLY's open reading period! We're especially seeking more from writers outside of the US, more nonfiction, & more translation! > anmly.submittable.com *Fee waivers available* Check out our latest issue to see what we're into! > anmly.org/ap42

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**ANNOUNCEMENT: Fees will be waived for all Black and Indigenous writers, and writers of Palestinian descent, to support those most targeted by state violence. Email editor [at] anomalouspress [dot] o...

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this piece made a friend check on me recently. please know, my first-person narrators are not me 🥲 you can read Pagurus dara, My Dara (Dec '25) in @bendinggenres.bsky.social . it's mean and it's about a hermit crab boy and of course, something else. bendinggenres.com/pagurus-dara...

Pagurus dara, my Dara

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life is much better when everywhere you look there's a cat, ft. the cats to whom i belong. 🦋 (they are as strange as they might look)

if u got a buddy that works at google, pls have them stop gemini-ing everything. they gemini'd my fitbit, they gemini'd my google home, now they wanna gemini my google docs that i draft with. i'm one mis-click away from algo-eyes creeping on all my work.

A poem of mine in @bruisermag.com #WeirdPoemWednesday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

being curious on a cheeky little stroll, i spotted a totally inconspicuous wooden pallet and spun a whole anxiety story about accidentally finding a dead drop. then i feared for my life for a bit, knowing too much. then i post about it online anyway.

one of the greatest privileges of being a writer is that people listen harder and you can just say things and people will reach for some profound meaning. earthworms.

lolllllll imagine i just quit my day job and write my weird stories all day. consider this my sugar baby application.

yesterday i went to an apple store for the first time and i learned that i am not patient.

Poets (and scientists) love the moon, but how does the moon feel about it? Delighted to have my weird little micro on the @welkinpress.bsky.social shortlist! 🌒📸

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Shortlisted in the History Prize, "First Photograph of the Moon — John William Draper, 1840" by @jmgatford.bsky.social www.mattkendrick.co.uk/welkin-stori...

as my seat is drinking up the sweats, my cali surfer bros are catching these sick el niño waves

reading is great because you can revisit a story a decade later as a different person and the story is new to this version of you

i have decided i am probs not cut out for submitting to HAD. i love the work that gets on there, but i hate missing things and feeling rushed -- also unpleasant: having a piece written for a specific venue just sitting there, aging like a glass of milk, till it's all smelly.