Pat Foran

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Thank you so much @happilander.bsky.social for including my piece and thank you for always always always supporting me. And thank you so much, @mattkendrick.bsky.social, for #Mondettes.

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The Now of All Things by Francine Witte I am talking to you from the now of all things, the universe and our bodies and the momentbefore all our cells shift, but you are examining the furniture. Reminding me that the movers are coming tomor...

“She’s waiting for me," you say. You say this knowing you are breaking the now. Knowing that the now is all we have left. I tell you that wait is a future word, and I’d appreciate you not using it.

@francinewitte.bsky.social @lit-namjooning.bsky.social literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...

Schrodinger's Sadness by Mileva Anastasiadou There’s a cat in the box. The box is closed and sealed and the air is running out. You look at the box and hear the cat moving inside. You think, it’s all fine. You mean, it’s all fine so far.You pass...

“We aren’t happy, but we aren’t sad either, we’re halfway sad when you hold me and you tell me, *I’m here*, but we could have been sadder if we knew that soon you wouldn’t be.”

@happilander.bsky.social in @lit-namjooning.bsky.social literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...

Surfer Girl by Kathryn Kulpa For Brian WilsonWhen you roll tumbled from the waves like a de-fuzzed towel from a dryer, fingers dragging sand from your mermaid hair gone free, stretched-out scrunchie lost to the waves, and you jel...

“… and you stand while this whole world whirls around you, muscles you didn’t know you had singing a wild chorus …”

@writesofkathryn.bsky.social in @lit-namjooning.bsky.social literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...

A Circus Of Songs by Shome Dasgupta I seek castles and walk in mumbles—so let the refractions set forth from such stained glasswindows fiddle their way into me. Pry.I’m my father’s son and a mama’s boy, a moat within a moat, and it’s a ...

“I seek castles and walk in mumbles …”

“... and round and round and round I go until I am a mouse on a boat sailing to a land tucked away in my mind where no one can venture. Not even me …”

Shome Dasgupta in @lit-namjooning.bsky.social literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...

Storm Season by Kathryn Reese The girl with a forest in her chest has been without a love so long she has forgotten what it is to hold hands, so tonight she runs a finger round the outline of her own palm: thumbpad, lifeline, wris...

“If you can’t find love, there is always parchment.”

@kathrynreese.bsky.social in @lit-namjooning.bsky.social literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...

Mountain Path, North Wales by Bronwen Griffiths “The way up and the way down are one and the same.” HeraclitusIf the path is steep and stony on the way up the mountain and if, perhaps, it crosses severalstreams or rivulets and, if there are fields ...

“You must conclude that the path up is never the same as the path down, no matter how careful you are to tread in your same footsteps.”

@bronwengriffiths.bsky.social in @lit-namjooning.bsky.social literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...

Beyond the Chattering Flush by Mizuki Yamagen Here’s how you do it. Sit on the ledge, where the ivy climbs, threading dark green rivulets over the old stone wall. Place your hand here where the slate is firm and constant. See the little dip, wher...

“… the sea doesn’t just go away. Place your hand here and listen. Even if you can’t see it, it’s always there. Listen closer.”

@mizukiyamagen.bsky.social in @lit-namjooning.bsky.social literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...

This One Comes With its own set of Obstacles, Said the Real Estate Agent by Lisa Thornton When it’s misty, you’re likely to spot deer in the cemetery. The sound of the train travels through the air and arrives at your windows louder, amplitudes leaping on water molecules, I guess. I think ...

“We ignore the hateful yard signs and tell ourselves we belong here.”

@thorntonforreal.bsky.social in @lit-namjooning.bsky.social literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...

ISSUE SIX September 2, 2025 ISSUE SIX BACK TO TOP Sudha Balagopal FICTION Here and There ❦ I hear the double ring at the other end in India—different from the single ring here in the US. For the first minute…

“The kitchen will be hot—so will you, a-flash, perspiration on your lip. [Tenderness takes a while.]"

@elinorann.bsky.social in @literaryruby.bsky.social rubyliterarypress.com/issue-six-is...

ISSUE SIX September 2, 2025 ISSUE SIX BACK TO TOP Sudha Balagopal FICTION Here and There ❦ I hear the double ring at the other end in India—different from the single ring here in the US. For the first minute…

“One of them, a woman who sits two desks away, whose email sign off is ‘hugs,’ who is in the midst of a messy divorce, is eating a donut. *Her first?* Morgan wonders.”

Nora Esme Wagner with two in @literaryruby.bsky.social rubyliterarypress.com/issue-six-is...

ISSUE SIX September 2, 2025 ISSUE SIX BACK TO TOP Sudha Balagopal FICTION Here and There ❦ I hear the double ring at the other end in India—different from the single ring here in the US. For the first minute…

“What Monica’s husband doesn’t understand is that when he’s an asshole, it takes a while for Monica to bounce back. What he doesn’t understand is these slights embed themselves into her like splinters.”

@kimmagowan.bsky.social with 2 @literaryruby.bsky.social rubyliterarypress.com/issue-six-is...

ISSUE SIX September 2, 2025 ISSUE SIX BACK TO TOP Sudha Balagopal FICTION Here and There ❦ I hear the double ring at the other end in India—different from the single ring here in the US. For the first minute…

“They’re halfway back down the hill when she answers. ‘We’re stronger than you think, my man.’”

@tcboudreau.bsky.social in @literaryruby.bsky.social rubyliterarypress.com/issue-six-is...

ISSUE SIX September 2, 2025 ISSUE SIX BACK TO TOP Sudha Balagopal FICTION Here and There ❦ I hear the double ring at the other end in India—different from the single ring here in the US. For the first minute…

“Lola never pronounces hello, and instead she welcomes him with, *Kumain ka na ba Moymoy? Have you eaten yet Moymoy*”

Joefel Bolo in @literaryruby.bsky.social rubyliterarypress.com/issue-six-is...

ISSUE SIX September 2, 2025 ISSUE SIX BACK TO TOP Sudha Balagopal FICTION Here and There ❦ I hear the double ring at the other end in India—different from the single ring here in the US. For the first minute…

“I should have called first. I should have come sooner. Should have pressed Moisés for details about the progression of his illness.”

“I remember the sun was slanting in, winter-thin.”

@patriciaqbidar.bsky.social in @literaryruby.bsky.social rubyliterarypress.com/issue-six-is...

ISSUE SIX September 2, 2025 ISSUE SIX BACK TO TOP Sudha Balagopal FICTION Here and There ❦ I hear the double ring at the other end in India—different from the single ring here in the US. For the first minute…

“Don’t be the woman who is afraid.”

“Be the woman who …”

“Be the woman with a lover who …”

@allisonfieldbell.bsky.social in @literaryruby.bsky.social rubyliterarypress.com/issue-six-is...

ISSUE SIX September 2, 2025 ISSUE SIX BACK TO TOP Sudha Balagopal FICTION Here and There ❦ I hear the double ring at the other end in India—different from the single ring here in the US. For the first minute…

“I imagine bringing Rod into this group, I imagine him sitting cross-legged on the floor with us. I imagine him sharing my surreal experience, a melding of 90’s food, music, culture.”

@sudhab.bsky.social in @literaryruby.bsky.social rubyliterarypress.com/issue-six-is...

Our Goldfinch Math Doesn't Add Up — Peatsmoke Andrea Bishop She turns herself upright but otherwise remains still, like she’s choosing whether to give up or go on. It takes a moment to regain your bearings when you survive. To recalculate your ...

“She turns herself upright but otherwise remains still, like she’s choosing whether to give up or go on. It takes a moment to regain your bearings when you survive. To recalculate your odds.”

@andreabishop.bsky.social in @psmokejournal.bsky.social www.peatsmokejournal.com/summer-2025-...