New substack on Character Intentions creating scenes! I loved taking a close look Edie Meade 's fantastic flash published in Fractured Lit 's first anthology! Please share widely!

Spellbinding.

Good morning. (sad taxidermy critter to telegraph the tone)

"Breaker breaker, anyone there, these feelings have nowhere else to go." I have a new poem out today! SUNHOUSE Literary | OPEN FOR SUBS, your Issue 5 is stunning. Thank you so much for giving this sonnet(-y) American sentences poem a home! sunhouseliterary.com/issue5/edie-me…

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Struggling with this myself. I find this really worthy and haunting. We should be haunted.

“bracing for the lies not knowing it’s practice for the rest of my life.” Don’t miss this gritty piece of beauty by Edie Meade in SUNHOUSE Literary | OPEN FOR SUBS

ISSUE 5 OF SUNHOUSE IS OUT NOW! Borrowing sun in quiet breaths, crossing into the backyard at dusk... we can't wait for you to read these gorgeous pieces by cydni, Abhishek Udaykumar, Olivia Jacobson, and Edie Meade. See sunhouseliterary.com/issues! 🌞🪻🏠🪴

This tweet's responses are inspiration in themselves.

Bear with me.

"a spectacular fire in 1980" is a hot turn of phrase

"The present exists, the past exists, and the future exists. It all exists. ... [The future] exists as part of the present. It's connected. ... It's all the same—the past, the present, and the future."

Hard times create st̵r̵o̵n̵g̵ ̵m̵e̵n̵ Regulating the Meat Industry Regulating the Meat industry creates good times Good times create Deregulating the Meat Industry Deregulating the Meat Industry creates hard times

This sad sick social order.

Submissions are now open for our 3rd print anthology: Earth. Find more details on our "Submit" page: tinywrenlit.com/submit

I don't want to jinx it but the rain shook down some poetry acceptances and an influx of subscribers to my music channel (it's up to 150 subscribers!) 🥲 What's good with you?

My mysterious channel is a y**t*be link inside the first link of my linktree in my bio. Also! I gave myself a bajillion splinters carrying this wee orphan cactus bit home last month and now it's suddenly GROWING!!! 😍🎉

If you read even one piece I’ve written, thank you. If you respond to it, thank you twice over. If you tell others about it, thank you threefold. Thank you—so much—for giving me the ultimate gift of your time. 🙏

I feel like the poem is also strong as a metaphor for society's tragic ills, war, genocide, carceral brutality. What is hidden comes into horrific light. poet john compton 🍉 articulates our hurt in this skeletal frame, slatboard vision poem. 🖤