For #smallpoemsunday, the first poem I ever published (Haiku Journal, 2021). Good for a cloudy day like this one 😊 Thanks, as ever, to @tomsnarsky.bsky.social 🙏 🌧️
Shon Mapp 🏳️🌈🇧🇧
@shonmapp.bsky.social
Engineer >>> Writer Folio Editor: Anomaly Reader: Fractured Lit www.shonmapp.com
"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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I work at a public library. People who want to use AI seem to have no trouble doing so. People who don't want to use AI have a harder time. I crowdsourced and then finalized this document "How to disable or avoid intrusive AI" and then gave it a short URL: notoai.org Please pass along if it's useful
day! after! tomorrow!!
5 days left! ANMLY is now open for new work! 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
Maybe the real purpose of these AI detectors is to eventually convince the general public that there are no real human writers. Lull them into incompetence. In a generation, writing may be seen as antiquated as using a map or remembering phone numbers.
We have a gorgeous new piece of nonfiction today from Heather Emmanuel! Check out “to unfold.” lost-balloon.com/2026/07/29/t...
to unfold by Heather Emmanuel
Fabric does what it’s told if you’re patient, my mother says. She irons sitting down, in the corner of the living room with her back to the garden. She holds up the tumble-dried garment…
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I enjoy ekprastic poems that venture beyond the image and create a world within a world. They shouldn't feel like captions, rather art begetting art.
Femininity isn't defined by the length of your hair. It's obviously the length of your nails that truly matters.
If you haven't read this piece by my Co-Folio Editor, @jiecohen.bsky.social, you should. substack.com/home/post/p-...
"Cocksucker" by Jie Venus Cohen
Cocksucker After Sylvia Plath Old stories from southern American landscapes tell the tale of men who chase the tails of young farmer boys in their Sunday best.
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My collection of lesbian love poems is finally finished. Now starts the grueling work of submissions. Sigh
ANMLY is now open for our new folio exploring the yard as the site in which we understand modern Caribbean geography and social life. We're seeking previously-unpublished poetry, creative nonfiction, and art. Absolutely no AI. Deadline: August 14 More: docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1F...
Submissions are open now through Aug 14th! Guest Editor: Amílcar Sanatan @anmlymag.bsky.social Folio Editor: Shon Mapp For more info, click the submission link in comments.
Folx, about a week and change until submissions close. Last date to submit is July 3! Get your submissions in! literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/submit #namjooning #namjooningbutliterary
SUBMIT | Litnamjooning
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Excited to have a micro in the latest issue of @moonparkreview.bsky.social! moonparkreview.com/issue-36-sum...
Older and Wiser
By Elena Zhang My brother lives inside of my ear. In the morning, I set him down on the kitchen table. He gives me a bow, then disappears down the sink drain. I never know what he does during the d…
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Things I’m good at: - reading a book in one day - “missing” phone calls - overthinking things - staying up late researching an incredibly specific and random topic for no reason at all
Thanks to The Write-In team for publishing my fragmented narrative. It was my first time participating and I had a blast. #nffd2026
The Write-In: 'She-Bear' by Shon Mapp #nffd2026
I truly love and enjoy writing. The chaos, the surprises, discipline, dead-ends, ghost roads, focus, catharsis, that feeling of being changed by my own work. I wouldn’t outsource this to AI software for *anything*. But then again, I’m an actual writer who enjoys writing.
When I told a friend the usual writer rejection/acceptance rate they were shocked and wondered how anyone could do it. Trying to smooth out perspective so acceptances are great but not signifiers of value and rejections are too bad but not signifiers of lack of value is practice. Congrats on a yes
@mooninabucket.bsky.social is one of my first and favorite writers that I discovered online during the pandemic. If you haven't read her work, today is the perfect day to do so.
Happy Birthday, Francesca! May this new year bring you joy and peace:) Sidenote: I just read Lost Dog, Beagle vibes the other day. Loved it passionfruitreview.com/lost-dog-bea...
I just edited a poem from 21 lines to 8. It was painful, yet necessary.
We've already received and accepted some exciting folio proposals. If you are thinking of submitting a folio pitch to @anmlymag.bsky.social don't forget to include: (1) framing/contextualizing your topic or theme (2) positionality/authority of voice (3) affected communities anmly.org/calls/
Poetic flash by @raniqualee.bsky.social "All I need is a mouthful, a siren singing famine, and someone to take my tongue caught between its steel and brown flesh." 100wordstory.org/what-i-belie...
What I Believe About Work - 100Words
Ra'Niqua LeeI cut bubble wrap in a windowless factory. This is machine work, for metal levers. Human work is me feeding plastic to boxes.
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The proliferation of AI tools seems to have writers questioning whether our craft will become entirely infiltrated by people who'd rather take shortcuts than embrace the arduous process. Don't worry, just keep writing. Keep reading. Keep loving what you put out into the world.
New #poetry from Steph Sundermann-Zinger: "Summer Camp".
Summer Camp | Rust & Moth
And on the afternoon it rained, we crowded into the craft cabin to weave shallow baskets for our grief—only seven days, and one of them wet. Funk of beach towels sour to the stitches, hot blacktop steaming...
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