Pat Foran

Of course! I like your work and am grateful I had the chance to workshop with you once a pond in time.

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" ... said real men don’t wear condoms so they rolled them up like whispers in the backseat of their parents’ cars then blamed the town, the way it held and hated them ..."

& what isn't believed in "around here"

@sabrinahicks.bsky.social in @mrbullbull.bsky.social mrbullbull.com/newbull/flas...

Not One of Us ~ by Sagar Nair Isabel is not one of us. When we see her, we veil our windows with pleated curtains and woven bamboo shades, snap our shutters and honeycomb blinds. We tug our dogs’ leashes and walk away, fold our…

"What agenda lurks behind her pleasantries? Behind her giraffe eyes, does she plot murder?"

Sagar Nair in Milk Candy Review milkcandyreview.home.blog/2026/02/19/n...

"... which is to say,
at the end of the world, I'll stay as water"

Condolence by @briangyamfi.bsky.social in What God in the Kingdom of Bastards, published by University of Pittsburgh Press

"The dish groaned on windy days. Sparrows made nests in it, raised their young."

Grandma Told Us Her Happiest Day Was When They Bought the Satellite Dish by @tcboudreau.bsky.social in Love You, Miss You, Goodbye Forever by TB, published by @stanchion.bsky.social

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"...and sky said *yeah and motor cycles and war jets my favorite is treehouses* this sky who told you after the first time you kissed god got her eyes too small for her nose..."

for when a favorite is called for by @lateration.bsky.social in Prepositions for Elijah, published by Maison Chaungeaux

“… Willa made things with her hands and showed them to him. Little versions of himself he hated, resented, they sprang to life from Willa’s hands and rushed at him, some of them carrying knives, all of their eyes painted and dead.”

from Brother & Sister Enter the Forest by @rpmirabella.bsky.social

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You're welcome, dear friend! Grateful to spend time with your words. And grateful for you. ❤️

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“It only takes a moment to etch his fate, but the moment stretches on—part of the misfortune I brought upon myself and future, unmade daughters.”

@dango-ramen.bsky.social in Boudin/The McNeese Review www.mcneese.edu/thereview/la...

“... and hummed a line of tune, this in a foiled and derelict voice whose sound was liable to frighten her when it rose holding pieces of thoughts.”

Scott Garson in Boudin/The McNeese Review www.mcneese.edu/thereview/ho...

“Proust was young when he lost it all and I’m young too, but in loss years.”

@happilander.bsky.social in Boudin/The McNeese Review www.mcneese.edu/thereview/th...

“… while staticky Johnny Cash laments over a long black veil and a grave.”

@charhamrick.bsky.social in @paragraphplanet.bsky.social paragraphplanet.com/yesterday.php

To Be a Mother A poem by Exodus Brownlow

“A love that loves you in your goodness.
In your badness.
In your beauty.
In your ugly.”

@coocoo4afropuffs.bsky.social in Rooted rooted.substack.com/p/to-be-a-mo...

Only Perfection Can Save Us - 100Words Chelsea StickleThere’s a cemetery under my house where I’ve buried all the old versions of me that didn’t work out, abandoning them in the damp darkness that would otherwise gnaw me to the bone.

“In the end it doesn’t matter. They failed. And if one of us is going to make it, then …”

@chelseastickle.bsky.social in @100wordstory.bsky.social 100wordstory.org/only-perfect...

Eat the Saddle Last, by Kirsti MacKenzie — The Bulb Region Eat the Saddle Last — Kirsti MacKenzie ELLA TELLS ME I HAVE TO eat a bicycle if I...

“There is no talking me out of Ella. Maybe she will marry me, maybe she won’t. But she knows …”

@keersteemack.bsky.social in @bulbregion.bsky.social bulbregion.com/Eat-the-Sadd...

If it is Not Only the Moment of the Event But the Passing Out of it That is Traumatic, Survival Itself Can Be a Crisis No lights on, my Baba sits in her livingroom, telling me about the endof the world. I am alonethere. My father dropped me offtwo hours from home when he went awayto work. July, merciless in the hea…

“… I will grow
my hair like loneliness. Memory

will become the address
lost with my father’s body. If I had loved myself

too? ...”

@chelsdingman.bsky.social in Indianapolis Review theindianapolisreview.com/if-it-is-not...

“… I begin in a room I
cannot touch. One that is image husked
of all drama. & do you believe me?”

@susanlleary.bsky.social in Issue 80 of Bayou Magazine bayoumagazine.org/self-portrai...

“We find things most beautiful
in the act of their dying. Bright
red leaves. A refusal to eat. The child

who goes to school & the mother
who drives back from school
alone. …”

Susan! ❤️

Snow, Almost, Nearly in More Flowers by @susanlleary.bsky.social, published by @triohousepress.org

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Thank you so much, Lisa!

James! Thank you so much for reading and sharing (and saying)! 💙