Chrissy Stegman
@chrissystegmanpoet.bsky.social
Baltimore poet/writer. Words everywhere. BOTN/Pushcart nom. Reader at Fractured Lit. Reader at Atlanta Review. My chapbook Somewhere, Someone Is Forgetting You is available from Alien Buddha Press. www.chrissystegman.com
When you enroll in Wawa’s rewards program, you are treated like a GOD. They hand you a scepter made of hoagie and a crown woven from goose feathers. The cashier bows. The fluorescent lights flash thrice.
November 12, 2025 at 5:56 PM
When you enroll in Wawa’s rewards program, you are treated like a GOD. They hand you a scepter made of hoagie and a crown woven from goose feathers. The cashier bows. The fluorescent lights flash thrice.
My new friends.
November 11, 2025 at 1:49 AM
My new friends.
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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.
This month's #Mondettes picked by @happilander.bsky.social
⚡Ten wonderful flash fictions
🔍Ten splashes of analysis as to why Mileva made these brilliant picks
🪴Three fantastic prompts to get you writing
mondettes.substack.com/p/october-2025
⚡Ten wonderful flash fictions
🔍Ten splashes of analysis as to why Mileva made these brilliant picks
🪴Three fantastic prompts to get you writing
mondettes.substack.com/p/october-2025
October 2025
Ten stories picked by Mileva Anastasiadou
mondettes.substack.com
October 22, 2025 at 2:13 AM
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.
Linda Dyer.
November 3, 2025 at 11:29 AM
Linda Dyer.
I saw a deer eating Cheetos from a busted vending machine in a rest stop parking lot once and thought: this is the new pastoral. The meadow is Wi-Fi enabled.
October 28, 2025 at 4:58 PM
I saw a deer eating Cheetos from a busted vending machine in a rest stop parking lot once and thought: this is the new pastoral. The meadow is Wi-Fi enabled.
A favorite mug.
October 24, 2025 at 10:43 AM
A favorite mug.
Queen's Gambit, but make it Halloween.
October 19, 2025 at 9:42 PM
Queen's Gambit, but make it Halloween.
Thrilled to receive a Best of the Net nomination from @theargylelitmag.bsky.social !
October 4, 2025 at 10:24 PM
Thrilled to receive a Best of the Net nomination from @theargylelitmag.bsky.social !
The chicken dreams of jumping over the moon.
October 2, 2025 at 11:42 AM
The chicken dreams of jumping over the moon.
The last of my roses.
September 26, 2025 at 11:41 AM
The last of my roses.
Why can’t we just greet each other the way Dylan Thomas intended: Ho, hullaballoing clan, agape, woe in our beaks, flapping dramatically on the gabbing capes...
September 22, 2025 at 5:24 PM
Why can’t we just greet each other the way Dylan Thomas intended: Ho, hullaballoing clan, agape, woe in our beaks, flapping dramatically on the gabbing capes...
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Chuffed to have a collab with @kathrynreese.bsky.social in @gonelawn.bsky.social merging Persephone and Born Slippy! Hope you enjoy!
“And the boy tries the club, doing what he can to forget. Skin hot and lager-damp. His hips grind in the groin behind”
gonelawn.net/journal/issu...
“And the boy tries the club, doing what he can to forget. Skin hot and lager-damp. His hips grind in the groin behind”
gonelawn.net/journal/issu...
September 6, 2025 at 10:18 AM
Chuffed to have a collab with @kathrynreese.bsky.social in @gonelawn.bsky.social merging Persephone and Born Slippy! Hope you enjoy!
“And the boy tries the club, doing what he can to forget. Skin hot and lager-damp. His hips grind in the groin behind”
gonelawn.net/journal/issu...
“And the boy tries the club, doing what he can to forget. Skin hot and lager-damp. His hips grind in the groin behind”
gonelawn.net/journal/issu...
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It's of course absolutley förbjuden for us to reveal anything related to the upcoming issue. You will need to wait until 7 September to see who's in it. And what a field! You'll gasp not a bit way through it! Really, you'll love it, and that cover art! Oh, satisfaction! You'll see, you'll see.
September 3, 2025 at 9:39 AM
It's of course absolutley förbjuden for us to reveal anything related to the upcoming issue. You will need to wait until 7 September to see who's in it. And what a field! You'll gasp not a bit way through it! Really, you'll love it, and that cover art! Oh, satisfaction! You'll see, you'll see.
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Beautiful poem.
What he abandoned,
I gathered:
scrap wind, a dead name,
the luminous debris of his daughter
What he abandoned,
I gathered:
scrap wind, a dead name,
the luminous debris of his daughter
August 31, 2025 at 12:45 AM
Beautiful poem.
What he abandoned,
I gathered:
scrap wind, a dead name,
the luminous debris of his daughter
What he abandoned,
I gathered:
scrap wind, a dead name,
the luminous debris of his daughter
My poem, My Father as Weather, in Rattle. rattle.com/my-father-as...
My Father as Weather by Chrissy Stegman - Rattle: Poetry
Each morning he rises
out of the scrub grass,
half-thought, half-threat.
The grass doesn’t scream,
just splits its dry mouth to cradle him.
rattle.com
August 30, 2025 at 8:49 PM
My poem, My Father as Weather, in Rattle. rattle.com/my-father-as...
The messy moon.
August 27, 2025 at 2:48 PM
The messy moon.
A sunset from two nights ago.
August 25, 2025 at 3:17 PM
A sunset from two nights ago.
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@tomljanovic.bsky.social
“Squirrels Played Elton John’s Tiny Dancer on my Living Room Piano”
—story link in comments
“Squirrels Played Elton John’s Tiny Dancer on my Living Room Piano”
—story link in comments
August 22, 2025 at 2:22 PM
@tomljanovic.bsky.social
“Squirrels Played Elton John’s Tiny Dancer on my Living Room Piano”
—story link in comments
“Squirrels Played Elton John’s Tiny Dancer on my Living Room Piano”
—story link in comments
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from SOMEWHERE, SOMEONE IS FORGETTING YOU
Day 12 - #SealeyChallenge
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Day 12 - #SealeyChallenge
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August 13, 2025 at 2:47 AM
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from SOMEWHERE, SOMEONE IS FORGETTING YOU
Day 12 - #SealeyChallenge
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Day 12 - #SealeyChallenge
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“My Dad. He is snow. No, snow is too soft. He is the sound of snow. He is the hiss of it falling in the dark. The way it is blind to everything but itself.”
I Watch a Movie Starring My Dad + 2 by @chrissystegmanpoet.bsky.social in Gargoyle gargoylemagazine.com/chrissy-steg...
I Watch a Movie Starring My Dad + 2 by @chrissystegmanpoet.bsky.social in Gargoyle gargoylemagazine.com/chrissy-steg...
Chrissy Stegman
Chrissy Stegman Back to Gargoyle Online The Empress of Dying Falcons It was forever evening in a hospital without clocks. There was a white funeral bloom clutched in the iron of Apollo’s fist…
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July 28, 2025 at 4:04 AM
“My Dad. He is snow. No, snow is too soft. He is the sound of snow. He is the hiss of it falling in the dark. The way it is blind to everything but itself.”
I Watch a Movie Starring My Dad + 2 by @chrissystegmanpoet.bsky.social in Gargoyle gargoylemagazine.com/chrissy-steg...
I Watch a Movie Starring My Dad + 2 by @chrissystegmanpoet.bsky.social in Gargoyle gargoylemagazine.com/chrissy-steg...
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“…count the hours since he left. I count past stars and across galaxies until I find a convenience store on Mars. It’s called Stop. His orange Volkswagen Beetle is parked out front, bright as a pumpkin, as real as absence.” 💔
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Chrissy Stegman
Chrissy Stegman Back to Gargoyle Online The Empress of Dying Falcons It was forever evening in a hospital without clocks. There was a white funeral bloom clutched in the iron of Apollo’s fist…
gargoylemagazine.com
July 23, 2025 at 2:25 PM
“…count the hours since he left. I count past stars and across galaxies until I find a convenience store on Mars. It’s called Stop. His orange Volkswagen Beetle is parked out front, bright as a pumpkin, as real as absence.” 💔
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Labeled two batches!
July 18, 2025 at 4:07 PM
Labeled two batches!
Where you'll find me.
July 9, 2025 at 6:25 PM
Where you'll find me.