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taking the dérive to the void — Blood+Honey

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Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 11h

"Taking the Dérive to the Void" by Michael Templeton.

“The city and its pedestrians are now that mass of empty souls who form what the Invisible Committee describe as living in the grip of a specific kind of mood of distance...”

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by Michael Templeton “The city and its pedestrians are now that mass of empty souls who form what the Invisible Committee describe as living in the grip of a specific kind of mood of distance, a moo...

by Tom Misuraca “Everybody’s digital footprint was deleted, like it or not.”

Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 1d

Micro-fiction "Pulse" by Tom Misuraca

“Everybody’s digital footprint was deleted, like it or not.”

www.bloodhoneylit.com/fiction/pulse

pulse — Blood+Honey

cigarette girl at the horseshoe — Blood+Honey

Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 1d

Poem "Cigarette Girl at the Horseshoe" by Mandie Lopatka

“you are who my heart can hold / like a penny or an aspirin in my vase of violets / a blank universe that makes me the star / a mirror image I don’t recognize…”

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by Mandie Lopatka “you are who my heart can hold / like a penny or an aspirin in my vase of violets / a blank universe that makes me the star / a mirror image I don’t recognize…”

the countess of shadow pointe — Blood+Honey

Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 2d

Micro-fiction "The Countess of Shadow Pointe" by Beth Sherman

“We heard she was a Russian countess married to an oligarch, with a fortune in rubies seized by the KGB.”

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by Beth Sherman “We heard she was a Russian countess married to an oligarch, with a fortune in rubies seized by the KGB.”

out of joint — Blood+Honey

Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 2d

Poem "Out of Joint" by Philip Venzke

“Finally, / to blow this pitiful joint, / I fused into water / and escaped / down the drain.”

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by Philip Venzke “Finally, / to blow this pitiful joint, / I fused into water / and escaped / down the drain.”

8 april 2024) — Blood+Honey

Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 3d

Poem "8 April 2024)" by John Jeffire

“…bend suppliant / to the shadow…”

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by John Jeffire “…bend suppliant / to the shadow…”

yes, that apple — Blood+Honey

Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 4d

Poem "Yes, That Apple" 'Jethro's Daughter' by Allister Nelson.

“Claws on my back, fangs at my throat. / Musk mixed with cologne and the ashes / of a pricey cigar. Rumination, ruin, these / plots of fallen angels with loss in between.”

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by Allister Nelson “Claws on my back, fangs at my throat. / Musk mixed with cologne and the ashes / of a pricey cigar. Rumination, ruin, these / plots of fallen angels with loss in between.”

judy for justice: “zoom, judy, zoom” — Blood+Honey

Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 4d

Last installment, "Zoom, Judy, Zoom," of Judy 4 Justice by Writer-in-Residence @jordan-trethewey.bsky.social and artist @lkenney.bsky.social

“Judy are not cynics. / Despite their funeral attire, / and their activist worry…”

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by Jordan Trethewey (art by Laura Kenney) “Judy are not cynics. / Despite their funeral attire, / and their activist worry…”

an indifferent nape — Blood+Honey

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Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 4d

Fiction "An Indifferent Nape" by A. D. Canareira (translated by Clare Gaunt)

“And as he fell, just before his head smashed against the curb, he couldn’t avoid thinking what a blue day it was.”

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by A. D. Canareira (translated by Clare Gaunt) “And as he fell, just before his head smashed against the curb, he couldn’t avoid thinking what a blue day it was.”

confessions — Blood+Honey

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Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 4d

Poem "Confessions" by John Jeffire

“She looks at him as he looks out the kitchen window into the evening darkness. She does not think of whose pain she would be easing.”

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by John Jeffire “She looks at him as he looks out the kitchen window into the evening darkness.  She does not think of whose pain she would be easing.”

a train through the south — Blood+Honey

Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 5d

Poem "A Train through the South" by Grady VanWright

“The train grinds into its final station— / a street, present and pulsing, / where a man sells honey / in jars that mirror his eyes.”

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by Grady VanWright “The train grinds into its final station— / a street, present and pulsing, / where a man sells honey / in jars that mirror his eyes.”

the work of a queen — Blood+Honey

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Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 5d

Flash Fiction "The Work of a Queen" by Emmi Khor

“The votes were in; she would soon be Queen and her words finally matter.“

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by Emmi Khor “The votes were in; she would soon be Queen and her words finally matter.“

by Chiara Maxia “holy Xanax / holy Prozac / holy sea water, wine, blood and other liquid things”

Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 5d

Poem "Holy" by Writer-in-Residence Chiara Maxia!

“holy Xanax / holy Prozac / holy sea water, wine, blood and other liquid things”

www.bloodhoneylit.com/chiara-maxia...

holy — Blood+Honey

Writer-in-Residence: Tom Stuckey — Blood+Honey

Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 6d

Great news! WE ARE ON SUBMITTABLE!!! Send us your poetry, fiction, CNF, digital art and more! SUBS ALWAYS OPEN!!!

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Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 6d

Book III of Writer-in-Residence Tom Stuckey's 'On Nurture's Wildness: A Novella' available NOW at Blood+Honey!

“Ted knew he would never see her again, but he would have a story to tell himself, from time to time, and that was something.”

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by David Koehn “Red ink draws a teardrop around a green-eyed tea with no pupil. / What kind of madness might I ask for from the startling whiteness of Labrador tea?”

Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 6d

"Five Poems" by David Koehn

“Red ink draws a teardrop around a green-eyed tea with no pupil. / What kind of madness might I ask for from the startling whiteness of Labrador tea?”

www.bloodhoneylit.com/poetry/koehn...

five poems — Blood+Honey

solo at midnight — Blood+Honey

Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 7d

Micro-fiction "Solo at Midnight" by Robert L. Penick

“While you rock the glass in your hand, the scars smooth themselves out and nearly disappear. This is good therapy, you think.”

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by Robert L. Penick “While you rock the glass in your hand, the scars smooth themselves out and nearly disappear. This is good therapy, you think.”

by Daniel Edward Moore “Here, lips obediently swallow / the laws of drunken gods and / salvation is delusional, making / the real, unreal.”

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Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 7d

"Two Poems" by Daniel Edward Moore

“Here, lips obediently swallow / the laws of drunken gods and / salvation is delusional, making / the real, unreal.”

www.bloodhoneylit.com/poetry/moore...

two poems — Blood+Honey

three poems — Blood+Honey

Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 8d

"Three Poems" by GTimothy Gordon

“After the long haul you wait / for the slow still-life to matter.”

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by GTimothy Gordon “After the long haul you wait / for the slow still-life to matter.”

johnnie meatshoes — Blood+Honey

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Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 8d

Flash fiction "Johnnie Meatshoes" by Writer-in-Residence Marty Shambles @martyshambles.bsky.social

“Born John Merchant III, heir to the great Merchant fortune, Johnnie Meatshoes... squished out to the clamor of reporters, and the lightning of bulbs.”

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by Marty Shambles “Born John Merchant III, heir to the great Merchant fortune, Johnnie Meatshoes, (a name self-ascribed), squished out to the clamor of reporters, and the lightning of bulbs.”

there will come a time to bid farewell — Blood+Honey

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Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 9d

Poem "There Will Come a Time to Bid Farewell" by Writer-in-Residence Ron Whitehead

“I stare at faces in the trees / as stars shine through fall leaves / the wide winged owl / sweeps a foot above my head / and says ‘Who who who are you’"

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by Ron Whitehead “I stare at faces in the trees / as stars shine through fall leaves / the wide winged owl / sweeps a foot above my head / and says ‘Who who who are you’"

by Matthew Washington “Today was the day I was going to kill myself and by God was I going to get it right the first time.”

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Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 9d

Fiction "Smile" by Matthew Washington

“Today was the day I was going to kill myself and by God was I going to get it right the first time.”

www.bloodhoneylit.com/fiction/smile

smile — Blood+Honey

by Mileva Anastasiadou “…I wonder what Jesus would do upon a second coming, if he’d go for rapture, or if he’d rather just live.”

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Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 10d

Congrats to our 2026 Best of the Net nominees!!!!

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Blood+Honey @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social · 10d

Flash fiction "Ruins" by Writer-in-Residence Mileva Anastasiadou @happilander.bsky.social

“…I wonder what Jesus would do upon a second coming, if he’d go for rapture, or if he’d rather just live.”

www.bloodhoneylit.com/mileva-anast...

ruins — Blood+Honey