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"Two Poems" by Sharon Weightman Hoffman
“like many people, I have hated mimes / with their white faces and quizzical eyebrows, / leaning into the wind or trapped / in invisible boxes.”
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“like many people, I have hated mimes / with their white faces and quizzical eyebrows, / leaning into the wind or trapped / in invisible boxes.”
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two poems — Blood+Honey
by Sharon Weightman Hoffman “like many people, I have hated mimes / with their white faces and quizzical eyebrows, / leaning into the wind or trapped / in invisible boxes.”
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November 29, 2025 at 12:11 AM
"Two Poems" by Sharon Weightman Hoffman
“like many people, I have hated mimes / with their white faces and quizzical eyebrows, / leaning into the wind or trapped / in invisible boxes.”
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“like many people, I have hated mimes / with their white faces and quizzical eyebrows, / leaning into the wind or trapped / in invisible boxes.”
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Short story "That Sort of Thing" by Daniel Deisinger
“In July, her parents found her drowned in the creek. Her body floated in the weeping willow's shade.”
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“In July, her parents found her drowned in the creek. Her body floated in the weeping willow's shade.”
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that sort of thing — Blood+Honey
by Daniel Deisinger “In July, her parents found her drowned in the creek. Her body floated in the weeping willow's shade.”
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November 29, 2025 at 12:09 AM
Short story "That Sort of Thing" by Daniel Deisinger
“In July, her parents found her drowned in the creek. Her body floated in the weeping willow's shade.”
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“In July, her parents found her drowned in the creek. Her body floated in the weeping willow's shade.”
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Micro-fiction "Good Soup" by Clare Martin
“I serve the soup and together we eat the pain, the wasted years, the anger, and the loss.”
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“I serve the soup and together we eat the pain, the wasted years, the anger, and the loss.”
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good soup — Blood+Honey
by Clare Martin “I serve the soup and together we eat the pain, the wasted years, the anger, and the loss.”
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November 29, 2025 at 12:07 AM
Micro-fiction "Good Soup" by Clare Martin
“I serve the soup and together we eat the pain, the wasted years, the anger, and the loss.”
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“I serve the soup and together we eat the pain, the wasted years, the anger, and the loss.”
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Flash fiction "I Promise It Gets Better Than This" by Alexander Holcomb
“I crouched under the window, ready to reveal myself to the police. My brother sat beside me. Would they use handcuffs? I hoped not.”
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“I crouched under the window, ready to reveal myself to the police. My brother sat beside me. Would they use handcuffs? I hoped not.”
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i promise it gets better than this — Blood+Honey
by Alexander Holcomb “I crouched under the window, ready to reveal myself to the police. My brother sat beside me. Would they use handcuffs? I hoped not.”
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November 28, 2025 at 1:38 AM
Flash fiction "I Promise It Gets Better Than This" by Alexander Holcomb
“I crouched under the window, ready to reveal myself to the police. My brother sat beside me. Would they use handcuffs? I hoped not.”
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“I crouched under the window, ready to reveal myself to the police. My brother sat beside me. Would they use handcuffs? I hoped not.”
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"Two Poems" by Sumayya Arshed
“the car hums like a throat clearing before confession, / fear sits beside her, always by her side, / palpable as sweat sinking into vinyl seats…”
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“the car hums like a throat clearing before confession, / fear sits beside her, always by her side, / palpable as sweat sinking into vinyl seats…”
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two poems — Blood+Honey
by Sumayya Arshed “the car hums like a throat clearing before confession, / fear sits beside her, always by her side, / palpable as sweat sinking into vinyl seats…”
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November 28, 2025 at 1:36 AM
"Two Poems" by Sumayya Arshed
“the car hums like a throat clearing before confession, / fear sits beside her, always by her side, / palpable as sweat sinking into vinyl seats…”
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“the car hums like a throat clearing before confession, / fear sits beside her, always by her side, / palpable as sweat sinking into vinyl seats…”
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Golden Shovel Poem by Jordan Trethewey (from the serialized chapbook 'There Is More')
“I used / new music to / restore calm, feel love, / return / inspiration to me.”
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“I used / new music to / restore calm, feel love, / return / inspiration to me.”
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that way — Blood+Honey
Golden Shovel Poem by Jordan Trethewey (from the serialized chapbook There Is More ) “I used / new music to / restore calm, feel love, / return / inspiration to me.”
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November 28, 2025 at 1:34 AM
Golden Shovel Poem by Jordan Trethewey (from the serialized chapbook 'There Is More')
“I used / new music to / restore calm, feel love, / return / inspiration to me.”
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“I used / new music to / restore calm, feel love, / return / inspiration to me.”
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Poem "The Frogs" from 'Jethro's Daughter' by Allister Nelson
“Gold were my days, when the long summer of my life / played out like reeds cut to form Pan’s pipe, a wild / child spread out across the meadows in quilted skirts.”
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“Gold were my days, when the long summer of my life / played out like reeds cut to form Pan’s pipe, a wild / child spread out across the meadows in quilted skirts.”
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the frogs — Blood+Honey
by Allister Nelson “Gold were my days, when the long summer of my life / played out like reeds cut to form Pan’s pipe, a wild / child spread out across the meadows in quilted skirts.”
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November 28, 2025 at 1:32 AM
Poem "The Frogs" from 'Jethro's Daughter' by Allister Nelson
“Gold were my days, when the long summer of my life / played out like reeds cut to form Pan’s pipe, a wild / child spread out across the meadows in quilted skirts.”
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“Gold were my days, when the long summer of my life / played out like reeds cut to form Pan’s pipe, a wild / child spread out across the meadows in quilted skirts.”
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"Two Poems" by Len Kuntz
“…when it hugs you pats your back says Son you’re a tall bastard now that laugh again his new set of eyes nearly as black as the ants that danced throughout our home the ones that still come looking.”
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“…when it hugs you pats your back says Son you’re a tall bastard now that laugh again his new set of eyes nearly as black as the ants that danced throughout our home the ones that still come looking.”
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two poems — Blood+Honey
by Len Kuntz “…when it hugs you pats your back says Son you’re a tall bastard now that laugh again his new set of eyes ...
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November 27, 2025 at 3:52 AM
"Two Poems" by Len Kuntz
“…when it hugs you pats your back says Son you’re a tall bastard now that laugh again his new set of eyes nearly as black as the ants that danced throughout our home the ones that still come looking.”
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“…when it hugs you pats your back says Son you’re a tall bastard now that laugh again his new set of eyes nearly as black as the ants that danced throughout our home the ones that still come looking.”
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Short story "Belmont" by Kyle Cox
“He grips my chin and I open my mouth, slow to stop myself, but stop myself I do, just before a word slobbers out. Maybe my last one. This drug, whatever it’s called, makes my mind wander and it makes me slow.”
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“He grips my chin and I open my mouth, slow to stop myself, but stop myself I do, just before a word slobbers out. Maybe my last one. This drug, whatever it’s called, makes my mind wander and it makes me slow.”
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belmont — Blood+Honey
by Kyle Cox “He grips my chin and I open my mouth, slow to stop myself, but stop myself I do, just before a word slobbers out. Maybe my last one. This drug, whatever it’s called, makes my mind wande...
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November 27, 2025 at 3:49 AM
Short story "Belmont" by Kyle Cox
“He grips my chin and I open my mouth, slow to stop myself, but stop myself I do, just before a word slobbers out. Maybe my last one. This drug, whatever it’s called, makes my mind wander and it makes me slow.”
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“He grips my chin and I open my mouth, slow to stop myself, but stop myself I do, just before a word slobbers out. Maybe my last one. This drug, whatever it’s called, makes my mind wander and it makes me slow.”
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CNF "The Last Call" by Christian Osborne
“The token child and only daughter came with a lot of responsibility, and the crown, dinged-up and missing diamonds, was heavy, so darn heavy.”
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“The token child and only daughter came with a lot of responsibility, and the crown, dinged-up and missing diamonds, was heavy, so darn heavy.”
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the last call — Blood+Honey
by Christian Osborne “The token child and only daughter came with a lot of responsibility, and the crown, dinged-up and missing diamonds, was heavy, so darn heavy.”
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November 27, 2025 at 3:45 AM
CNF "The Last Call" by Christian Osborne
“The token child and only daughter came with a lot of responsibility, and the crown, dinged-up and missing diamonds, was heavy, so darn heavy.”
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“The token child and only daughter came with a lot of responsibility, and the crown, dinged-up and missing diamonds, was heavy, so darn heavy.”
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Bought myself a little pretty…The kids at skewl will be so jealous.
November 26, 2025 at 5:40 PM
Bought myself a little pretty…The kids at skewl will be so jealous.
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honored to have four poems in one of the coolest lit mags around 🖤
"Four Poems" by a.d.
“Having sated his calling, the prostitute / returns under the first blush / of dawn, & in the vestry smothers / his hard-earned holiness.”
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“Having sated his calling, the prostitute / returns under the first blush / of dawn, & in the vestry smothers / his hard-earned holiness.”
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four poems — Blood+Honey
by a.d. “Having sated his calling, the prostitute / returns under the first blush / of dawn, & in the vestry smothers / his hard-earned holiness.”
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November 26, 2025 at 8:42 AM
honored to have four poems in one of the coolest lit mags around 🖤
Blood+Honey's 2026 Pushcart Prize Nominees!!!
November 26, 2025 at 5:46 AM
Blood+Honey's 2026 Pushcart Prize Nominees!!!
Book V. Ch. 1 from 'On Nurture's Wildness: A Novella' by WiR Tom Stuckey
“These writers don’t know what they are talking about. We have seen the truth, and they are all liars!”
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“These writers don’t know what they are talking about. We have seen the truth, and they are all liars!”
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of nurture’s wildness: a novella (book 5, ch. 1) — Blood+Honey
by Tom Stuckey “‘What are you doing?’ Helena now ferociously scratched out the names of the books and wrote: These writers don’t know what they are talking about. We have seen the truth, and they a...
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November 26, 2025 at 5:39 AM
Book V. Ch. 1 from 'On Nurture's Wildness: A Novella' by WiR Tom Stuckey
“These writers don’t know what they are talking about. We have seen the truth, and they are all liars!”
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“These writers don’t know what they are talking about. We have seen the truth, and they are all liars!”
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Short story "Hello" by Michael Czyzniejewski
“Whisenhunt explained he’d just learned the word Hello hadn’t been invented until the early 1800s, and for decades, was considered vulgar slang, big-time commoner talk.”
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“Whisenhunt explained he’d just learned the word Hello hadn’t been invented until the early 1800s, and for decades, was considered vulgar slang, big-time commoner talk.”
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hello — Blood+Honey
by Michael Czyzniejewski “ Whisenhunt explained he’d just learned the word Hello hadn’t been invented until the early 1800s, and for decades, was considered vulgar slang, big-time commoner ...
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November 26, 2025 at 5:34 AM
Short story "Hello" by Michael Czyzniejewski
“Whisenhunt explained he’d just learned the word Hello hadn’t been invented until the early 1800s, and for decades, was considered vulgar slang, big-time commoner talk.”
www.bloodhoneylit.com/fiction/hello
“Whisenhunt explained he’d just learned the word Hello hadn’t been invented until the early 1800s, and for decades, was considered vulgar slang, big-time commoner talk.”
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"Four Poems" by a.d.
“Having sated his calling, the prostitute / returns under the first blush / of dawn, & in the vestry smothers / his hard-earned holiness.”
www.bloodhoneylit.com/poetry/ad-fo...
“Having sated his calling, the prostitute / returns under the first blush / of dawn, & in the vestry smothers / his hard-earned holiness.”
www.bloodhoneylit.com/poetry/ad-fo...
four poems — Blood+Honey
by a.d. “Having sated his calling, the prostitute / returns under the first blush / of dawn, & in the vestry smothers / his hard-earned holiness.”
www.bloodhoneylit.com
November 26, 2025 at 5:31 AM
"Four Poems" by a.d.
“Having sated his calling, the prostitute / returns under the first blush / of dawn, & in the vestry smothers / his hard-earned holiness.”
www.bloodhoneylit.com/poetry/ad-fo...
“Having sated his calling, the prostitute / returns under the first blush / of dawn, & in the vestry smothers / his hard-earned holiness.”
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"4 Wojnarowicz": Digital Art by Matheus Moraes
“Life isn't about completion or conclusions, it's about leaving a body of work that will be continued by future generations.”
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“Life isn't about completion or conclusions, it's about leaving a body of work that will be continued by future generations.”
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4 wojnarowicz — Blood+Honey
by Matheus Moraes “Life isn't about completion or conclusions, it's about leaving a body of work that will be continued by future generations.”
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November 25, 2025 at 1:01 AM
"4 Wojnarowicz": Digital Art by Matheus Moraes
“Life isn't about completion or conclusions, it's about leaving a body of work that will be continued by future generations.”
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“Life isn't about completion or conclusions, it's about leaving a body of work that will be continued by future generations.”
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"Two Bikes" by Elijah Cansler
“The noon sun beats down mean on the school bus Two Bikes calls home. He lies sleeping in it, red and peeling all over except for where his skin is covered by the cargo shorts that he hasn’t taken off for some weeks now”
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“The noon sun beats down mean on the school bus Two Bikes calls home. He lies sleeping in it, red and peeling all over except for where his skin is covered by the cargo shorts that he hasn’t taken off for some weeks now”
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two bikes — Blood+Honey
by Elijah Cansler “The noon sun beats down mean on the school bus Two Bikes calls home. He lies sleeping in it, red and peeling all over except for where his skin is covered by the cargo shorts that...
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November 25, 2025 at 12:58 AM
"Two Bikes" by Elijah Cansler
“The noon sun beats down mean on the school bus Two Bikes calls home. He lies sleeping in it, red and peeling all over except for where his skin is covered by the cargo shorts that he hasn’t taken off for some weeks now”
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“The noon sun beats down mean on the school bus Two Bikes calls home. He lies sleeping in it, red and peeling all over except for where his skin is covered by the cargo shorts that he hasn’t taken off for some weeks now”
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Micro-fiction "Do you ever stare at people’s arms while you ride the subway?" by Vivian Littlefield
“Can you separate her from herself and does it part for you like the sea for Moses? Is it exciting?”
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“Can you separate her from herself and does it part for you like the sea for Moses? Is it exciting?”
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do you ever stare at people’s arms while you ride the subway? — Blood+Honey
by Vivian Littlefield “Can you separate her from herself and does it part for you like the sea for Moses? Is it exciting?”
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November 25, 2025 at 12:54 AM
Micro-fiction "Do you ever stare at people’s arms while you ride the subway?" by Vivian Littlefield
“Can you separate her from herself and does it part for you like the sea for Moses? Is it exciting?”
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“Can you separate her from herself and does it part for you like the sea for Moses? Is it exciting?”
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Poem "These Maggots" by Dihya Ammar
“their eyes were on us like maggots on bodies feasting on our fester.”
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“their eyes were on us like maggots on bodies feasting on our fester.”
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these maggots — Blood+Honey
by Dihya Ammar “their eyes were on us like maggots on bodies feasting on our fester.”
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November 25, 2025 at 12:51 AM
Poem "These Maggots" by Dihya Ammar
“their eyes were on us like maggots on bodies feasting on our fester.”
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“their eyes were on us like maggots on bodies feasting on our fester.”
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Prose poem "Free Teeth: George Washington #1 (1789-1797)" by Writer-in-Residence Wesley R. Bishop
“The Father of this Nation spoke of liberty. He wore its cost in his mouth.”
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“The Father of this Nation spoke of liberty. He wore its cost in his mouth.”
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free teeth: george washington #1 (1789-1797) — Blood+Honey
by Wesley R. Bishop “The Father of this Nation spoke of liberty. He wore its cost in his mouth.”
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November 25, 2025 at 12:49 AM
Prose poem "Free Teeth: George Washington #1 (1789-1797)" by Writer-in-Residence Wesley R. Bishop
“The Father of this Nation spoke of liberty. He wore its cost in his mouth.”
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“The Father of this Nation spoke of liberty. He wore its cost in his mouth.”
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Short story "Pig" by Davor Mondom
“a Vessel’s tenure varied. Great effort was made in the selection of the pool of potential Vessels to ensure that a Vessel could serve as long as possible…Of course, you could plan only so well against the Illness.”
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“a Vessel’s tenure varied. Great effort was made in the selection of the pool of potential Vessels to ensure that a Vessel could serve as long as possible…Of course, you could plan only so well against the Illness.”
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pig — Blood+Honey
by Davor Mondom “a Vessel’s tenure varied. Great effort was made in the selection of the pool of potential Vessels to ensure that a Vessel could serve as long as possible…Of course, you could plan o...
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November 24, 2025 at 12:00 AM
Short story "Pig" by Davor Mondom
“a Vessel’s tenure varied. Great effort was made in the selection of the pool of potential Vessels to ensure that a Vessel could serve as long as possible…Of course, you could plan only so well against the Illness.”
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“a Vessel’s tenure varied. Great effort was made in the selection of the pool of potential Vessels to ensure that a Vessel could serve as long as possible…Of course, you could plan only so well against the Illness.”
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"Five Poems" by Clay Waters
“How do we do it / messing up our very first garden, / embarrassments / buried in squared-off corners, / forebears crucified on palm frond, / thorny warnings…”
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“How do we do it / messing up our very first garden, / embarrassments / buried in squared-off corners, / forebears crucified on palm frond, / thorny warnings…”
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five poems — Blood+Honey
by Clay Waters “How do we do it / messing up our very first garden, / embarrassments / buried in squared-off corners, / forebears crucified on palm frond, / thorny warnings…”
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November 23, 2025 at 11:58 PM
"Five Poems" by Clay Waters
“How do we do it / messing up our very first garden, / embarrassments / buried in squared-off corners, / forebears crucified on palm frond, / thorny warnings…”
www.bloodhoneylit.com/poetry/water...
“How do we do it / messing up our very first garden, / embarrassments / buried in squared-off corners, / forebears crucified on palm frond, / thorny warnings…”
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Poem "The Big Show" by Writer-in-Residence Marty Shambles @martyshambles.bsky.social
“the adoration is truncated as they shuffle you / offstage to make room for the new players / who will be loved more than all your gestures combined.”
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“the adoration is truncated as they shuffle you / offstage to make room for the new players / who will be loved more than all your gestures combined.”
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the big show — Blood+Honey
by Marty Shambles “the adoration is truncated as they shuffle you / offstage to make room for the new players / who will be loved more than all your gestures combined.”
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November 23, 2025 at 11:54 PM
Poem "The Big Show" by Writer-in-Residence Marty Shambles @martyshambles.bsky.social
“the adoration is truncated as they shuffle you / offstage to make room for the new players / who will be loved more than all your gestures combined.”
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“the adoration is truncated as they shuffle you / offstage to make room for the new players / who will be loved more than all your gestures combined.”
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Smart Search List of the Day
The Smart Search List of the Day is: General Experimental Poetry feat. @gonelawn.bsky.social @positjournal.bsky.social @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social et al. https://duotrope.com/search/smart/poetry/general-experimental-poetry-r0eOoBsB
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November 23, 2025 at 8:15 PM
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