Whale Road Review

@whaleroadreview.bsky.social

A Journal of Poetry & Short Prose Edited by @katiemanningpoet.bsky.social https://www.whaleroadreview.com/

“Want to know how they euthanize mass amounts of chickens?” I ask him. “Is this one of those things you wish you could un-know?” he asks. Love the dialogue in this @emilyrinkema.bsky.social in @whaleroadreview.bsky.social. Oh, where she sends herself. And the steadying presence of John ❤️

Emily Rinkema@emilyrinkema.bsky.social · 2mo ago

So excited to be in @whaleroadreview.bsky.social! Check out “A Story about God” www.whaleroadreview.com/rinkema/

You guys, I created a poetic form! @whaleroadreview.bsky.social just published my essay about the "lockbox" form and all the people who helped me build it. You can read "Estranged Lockbox" here! (Also, always an honor to be in WRR, one of my favorite journals featuring so many incredible writers ❤️)

“Why, Building a Palace”: Building Community, Building Forms

Rita Dove’s “Daystar” is one of my favorite poems, especially for the moment of building something beautiful where there was nothing before. This is how I think about both teaching and writing. In …

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"He’s always here: for the mornings of unfathomable eggshell light, mornings when the hungover moon crashes heavy upon its best friend’s couch, mornings the sky shakes out its rain like a priest repeating the baptism till it takes." Old one from me: www.whaleroadreview.com/danielsen/

The Drummer

for Spencer (and maybe Charlie) This drummer I watch shy through the electric veil, he plays like a man waiting for a bus. Trust me, the compliment’s coming. Yes, he knows where and when to be, jus…

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For @smokelong.bsky.social #FlashInTheFeed, here’s Cathy Ulrich’s “And I Still Remember How Your Hands Were So Much Larger Than Mine” — a story of sledding & dishes & memories & snow on snow on snow. (It’s still wintry here in Ontario!) www.whaleroadreview.com/ulrich/ @whaleroadreview.bsky.social

And I Still Remember How Your Hands Were So Much Larger Than Mine

Outside, it is snowing. The wind makes a sound like a lowing ghost. My brother and his girlfriend dress to go sledding. The girlfriend comes from a place where it never snows. Her skin is sun-dark …

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SmokeLong Quarterly@smokelong.bsky.social · 5mo ago

It's time for another #FlashInTheFeed. Let's fill our dumpster-fire social media feeds with art for the next three days. Share a great flash narrative by a writer you don't know with this hashtag and we'll give away a copy of Shasta Grant's debut novel, When We Were Feral, to seven people at random.

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