Pat Foran
@pdforan.bsky.social
writer, editor, axolotl with a pretty good throwing arm
''Why do I have to understand what you're saying all the time?"
— Cory F.
https://neutralspaces.co/patforan/
''Why do I have to understand what you're saying all the time?"
— Cory F.
https://neutralspaces.co/patforan/
“… shuddering like a ghost rain in the leaves, like something lost and searching.”
“If something similar happened to her, Nate — unlike Mr. Haskell — wouldn’t even try to protect Anna and her. Couldn’t. He was in Chicago.”
@melostrom.bsky.social in Stone Canoe Journal
“If something similar happened to her, Nate — unlike Mr. Haskell — wouldn’t even try to protect Anna and her. Couldn’t. He was in Chicago.”
@melostrom.bsky.social in Stone Canoe Journal
Mocha & I are spending our morning with the latest issue of Stone Canoe Journal. I’m excited it includes my short story, “Away.” Happy Monday, friends.📚🐶💚
November 4, 2025 at 5:25 AM
“… shuddering like a ghost rain in the leaves, like something lost and searching.”
“If something similar happened to her, Nate — unlike Mr. Haskell — wouldn’t even try to protect Anna and her. Couldn’t. He was in Chicago.”
@melostrom.bsky.social in Stone Canoe Journal
“If something similar happened to her, Nate — unlike Mr. Haskell — wouldn’t even try to protect Anna and her. Couldn’t. He was in Chicago.”
@melostrom.bsky.social in Stone Canoe Journal
“you drive past well-worn towns, follow roads less stable than clouds, & still, no matter how far or fast, the road ahead seems endless. this is what forever must mean. sitting with nothing but unknowing …”
this by jj peña in Hippocampus www.hippocampusmagazine.com/2025/09/grie...
this by jj peña in Hippocampus www.hippocampusmagazine.com/2025/09/grie...
Grief always has a future by JJ Peña | Hippocampus Magazine
"... the day’s weeping heat, you’re driving over the speed limit down a random highway..." -- from the flash essay "Grief always has a future" by JJ Peña.
www.hippocampusmagazine.com
November 4, 2025 at 5:20 AM
“you drive past well-worn towns, follow roads less stable than clouds, & still, no matter how far or fast, the road ahead seems endless. this is what forever must mean. sitting with nothing but unknowing …”
this by jj peña in Hippocampus www.hippocampusmagazine.com/2025/09/grie...
this by jj peña in Hippocampus www.hippocampusmagazine.com/2025/09/grie...
“…and what if his parents were waiting, arms outstretched, instead of the door locked, no lights on except for his sister’s room, and she looked down at him from her window for a moment before dropping the blind like…”
@dawnwriter.bsky.social @mrbullbull.bsky.social mrbullbull.com/newbull/flas...
@dawnwriter.bsky.social @mrbullbull.bsky.social mrbullbull.com/newbull/flas...
An Alternate History of Inmate 2090-54C, Age 20 | MrBullBull
mrbullbull.com
November 4, 2025 at 5:14 AM
“…and what if his parents were waiting, arms outstretched, instead of the door locked, no lights on except for his sister’s room, and she looked down at him from her window for a moment before dropping the blind like…”
@dawnwriter.bsky.social @mrbullbull.bsky.social mrbullbull.com/newbull/flas...
@dawnwriter.bsky.social @mrbullbull.bsky.social mrbullbull.com/newbull/flas...
“These differences didn’t matter so much now. We had Butthole Surfers to find.”
@alkratz.bsky.social in @mrbullbull.bsky.social mrbullbull.com/newbull/fict...
@alkratz.bsky.social in @mrbullbull.bsky.social mrbullbull.com/newbull/fict...
Early Forms | MrBullBull
mrbullbull.com
November 4, 2025 at 5:09 AM
“These differences didn’t matter so much now. We had Butthole Surfers to find.”
@alkratz.bsky.social in @mrbullbull.bsky.social mrbullbull.com/newbull/fict...
@alkratz.bsky.social in @mrbullbull.bsky.social mrbullbull.com/newbull/fict...
“… if you see a crow sitting on a crocodile’s head, it is an omen. *Listen to it.*’”
@kossworks.bsky.social in Midway Journal midwayjournal.com/how-to-avoid...
@kossworks.bsky.social in Midway Journal midwayjournal.com/how-to-avoid...
How to Avoid or Survive a Crocodile Attack
midwayjournal.com
November 4, 2025 at 5:04 AM
“… if you see a crow sitting on a crocodile’s head, it is an omen. *Listen to it.*’”
@kossworks.bsky.social in Midway Journal midwayjournal.com/how-to-avoid...
@kossworks.bsky.social in Midway Journal midwayjournal.com/how-to-avoid...
“All we can do is grow more flowers, more beauty, more magic, until beauty and love fill the room and the elephant won’t find room to grow. Perhaps he’ll still be here but it won’t matter.”
@happilander.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
@happilander.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
We Don’t Let Elephants Grow — Ghost Parachute
We only grow flowers and trees and joy and all things beautiful and shiny. We open the windows, and air the room, and we chase all wrong and bad and evil out, but Mom asks for the truth because she’s ...
ghostparachute.com
November 4, 2025 at 4:59 AM
“All we can do is grow more flowers, more beauty, more magic, until beauty and love fill the room and the elephant won’t find room to grow. Perhaps he’ll still be here but it won’t matter.”
@happilander.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
@happilander.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
“I have a chance to forge my path with Little Hansel and his daddy, with his handlebar mustache and golden hair. I will learn what I am about in the deep pine green and cornflower blue of Humboldt County. I will ...”
@patriciaqbidar.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
@patriciaqbidar.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
The Untranslatable German Word for a Gate Slamming Shut — Ghost Parachute
My only friend, Little Hansel, smells like closet. That’s what my mother said the one time she met the four-year-old. I was babysitting him for my weed dealers, a pair of comfy old dykes. My mother sn...
ghostparachute.com
November 4, 2025 at 4:54 AM
“I have a chance to forge my path with Little Hansel and his daddy, with his handlebar mustache and golden hair. I will learn what I am about in the deep pine green and cornflower blue of Humboldt County. I will ...”
@patriciaqbidar.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
@patriciaqbidar.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
“And there is static before the quiet and you allow yourself to think that he was right. You were not the failure. That you are someone different, someone worth retrieval. Someone who listens.”
@avitusbcarle.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
@avitusbcarle.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
Clone of the Lost Astronaut — Ghost Parachute
There’s a hurricane teasing the leftover bits of Massachusetts. A snow storm masking Chicago. Mission control wants to keep things concrete. Be specific they say, since this is the final call. “Are yo...
ghostparachute.com
November 4, 2025 at 4:48 AM
“And there is static before the quiet and you allow yourself to think that he was right. You were not the failure. That you are someone different, someone worth retrieval. Someone who listens.”
@avitusbcarle.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
@avitusbcarle.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
“… she is the land, she is our life.”
“She shows us her stories in swirling lava, better than any cartoon.”
@lumchanmfa.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
“She shows us her stories in swirling lava, better than any cartoon.”
@lumchanmfa.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
One Day, Pele Decides She Wants to Visit Us — Ghost Parachute
her lava coursing down our streets into our houses, like liquid gelatin, as we eat our cereal and go to school, swimming through her. We learn to breathe, to talk, to sing in her. Our mothers, our aun...
ghostparachute.com
November 4, 2025 at 4:43 AM
“… she is the land, she is our life.”
“She shows us her stories in swirling lava, better than any cartoon.”
@lumchanmfa.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
“She shows us her stories in swirling lava, better than any cartoon.”
@lumchanmfa.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
“... like having a funeral for clothes.”
“And it’s okay, it is, but sometimes Rita misses the way the light shone through the window at school, how it made gold squares on the floor …”
this by @sfreligh.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
“And it’s okay, it is, but sometimes Rita misses the way the light shone through the window at school, how it made gold squares on the floor …”
this by @sfreligh.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
The Way the Cookie Crumbles — Ghost Parachute
Sometimes Rita pretends to be sick so she can stay home from school. She and her mom watch television in the morning, talk shows where the hosts interview celebrities about their workout routines or t...
ghostparachute.com
November 4, 2025 at 4:39 AM
“... like having a funeral for clothes.”
“And it’s okay, it is, but sometimes Rita misses the way the light shone through the window at school, how it made gold squares on the floor …”
this by @sfreligh.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
“And it’s okay, it is, but sometimes Rita misses the way the light shone through the window at school, how it made gold squares on the floor …”
this by @sfreligh.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
“… because this is who I am now, this is who I’ve become.”
“My horoscope says don’t log regrets so I open the apps and scroll …”
“An influencer says: celebrate each moment.”
@saralippmann.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
“My horoscope says don’t log regrets so I open the apps and scroll …”
“An influencer says: celebrate each moment.”
@saralippmann.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
shelter in place — Ghost Parachute
Maybe it’s the rising sirens, maybe it’s the sudden soak, a complete wet heat through the cotton sack I’ve taken to wearing like a body flung overboard because this is who I am now, this is who I’ve b...
ghostparachute.com
November 4, 2025 at 4:33 AM
“… because this is who I am now, this is who I’ve become.”
“My horoscope says don’t log regrets so I open the apps and scroll …”
“An influencer says: celebrate each moment.”
@saralippmann.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
“My horoscope says don’t log regrets so I open the apps and scroll …”
“An influencer says: celebrate each moment.”
@saralippmann.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
“… so I turn my head and read a poster about empowerment ...”
“Empowerment means you know how to have fun, but you take absolutely no shit. I am thinking of the kid and how he’s not empowered.”
this by @kathyfish.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
“Empowerment means you know how to have fun, but you take absolutely no shit. I am thinking of the kid and how he’s not empowered.”
this by @kathyfish.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
The Saddest Fuckers of All — Ghost Parachute
I am needing a prescription for the Pill. I can no longer use Student Health due to living in a new town and not being a student anymore. I am telling this to the kid as he is rolling out pizza dough ...
ghostparachute.com
November 4, 2025 at 4:27 AM
“… so I turn my head and read a poster about empowerment ...”
“Empowerment means you know how to have fun, but you take absolutely no shit. I am thinking of the kid and how he’s not empowered.”
this by @kathyfish.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
“Empowerment means you know how to have fun, but you take absolutely no shit. I am thinking of the kid and how he’s not empowered.”
this by @kathyfish.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...
“He means well, but sometimes I just want to look at a tree and feel happy about it.”
“I wait for a sound of curiosity from the tent, but it never comes.”
@allisonfieldbell.bsky.social in @moonparkreview.bsky.social moonparkreview.com/issue-33-fal...
“I wait for a sound of curiosity from the tent, but it never comes.”
@allisonfieldbell.bsky.social in @moonparkreview.bsky.social moonparkreview.com/issue-33-fal...
Details
By Allison Field Bell Fall in the Wasatch—the trees are yellow and red and orange. Sky is a crisp pale blue and at night, a kaleidoscope of stars. Shimmering bodies casting light on the aspen trunk…
moonparkreview.com
November 4, 2025 at 4:21 AM
“He means well, but sometimes I just want to look at a tree and feel happy about it.”
“I wait for a sound of curiosity from the tent, but it never comes.”
@allisonfieldbell.bsky.social in @moonparkreview.bsky.social moonparkreview.com/issue-33-fal...
“I wait for a sound of curiosity from the tent, but it never comes.”
@allisonfieldbell.bsky.social in @moonparkreview.bsky.social moonparkreview.com/issue-33-fal...
“...they don’t understand that the whole time her eyes will be jumping around like sandflies, searching for the line in the ocean, the line in the sand, the line in God’s blue sky, just like she had to when...”
@bdiggswrites.bsky.social @moonparkreview.bsky.social moonparkreview.com/issue-33-fal...
@bdiggswrites.bsky.social @moonparkreview.bsky.social moonparkreview.com/issue-33-fal...
Invisible Lines
By Barbara Diggs And here they go again, the family insisting that she accompany them to the beach this summer because Walt says she spends far too much time sunk in her old corduroy La-Z-Boy watch…
moonparkreview.com
November 4, 2025 at 4:16 AM
“...they don’t understand that the whole time her eyes will be jumping around like sandflies, searching for the line in the ocean, the line in the sand, the line in God’s blue sky, just like she had to when...”
@bdiggswrites.bsky.social @moonparkreview.bsky.social moonparkreview.com/issue-33-fal...
@bdiggswrites.bsky.social @moonparkreview.bsky.social moonparkreview.com/issue-33-fal...
“It’s not pins on a board, not graphs from PowerPoints,
not press conferences, podcasts, headline clips. It’s a
family, huddled around shards of broken bowls, plates,
and glass, holding each other …”
@samrasnake.bsky.social in @harpyhybrid.bsky.social www.harpyhybridreview.org/hybrid_works...
not press conferences, podcasts, headline clips. It’s a
family, huddled around shards of broken bowls, plates,
and glass, holding each other …”
@samrasnake.bsky.social in @harpyhybrid.bsky.social www.harpyhybridreview.org/hybrid_works...
All That Disappears – Harpy Hybrid Review
www.harpyhybridreview.org
November 4, 2025 at 4:11 AM
“It’s not pins on a board, not graphs from PowerPoints,
not press conferences, podcasts, headline clips. It’s a
family, huddled around shards of broken bowls, plates,
and glass, holding each other …”
@samrasnake.bsky.social in @harpyhybrid.bsky.social www.harpyhybridreview.org/hybrid_works...
not press conferences, podcasts, headline clips. It’s a
family, huddled around shards of broken bowls, plates,
and glass, holding each other …”
@samrasnake.bsky.social in @harpyhybrid.bsky.social www.harpyhybridreview.org/hybrid_works...
“Cassie writes, ‘Clouds,’ writes, ‘Nothing, no one,’ writes, ‘Sometimes I think I’ll just float up into the sky and disappear.’”
@pintsncupcakes.bsky.social in @expositionreview.bsky.social expositionreview.com/flash-405/ab...
@pintsncupcakes.bsky.social in @expositionreview.bsky.social expositionreview.com/flash-405/ab...
Absolute Magnitude - Exposition Review
by Chloe N. Clark 1st Place Winner – Flash 405, June 2025: “Illumination” Fiction In another life, Cassie lives. She wakes up in the hospital, a slow blinking to consciousness, and the doctors say m...
expositionreview.com
November 4, 2025 at 4:06 AM
“Cassie writes, ‘Clouds,’ writes, ‘Nothing, no one,’ writes, ‘Sometimes I think I’ll just float up into the sky and disappear.’”
@pintsncupcakes.bsky.social in @expositionreview.bsky.social expositionreview.com/flash-405/ab...
@pintsncupcakes.bsky.social in @expositionreview.bsky.social expositionreview.com/flash-405/ab...
“‘She’s not a ghost,’ I say. ‘She’s our best friend.’”
@anniejowrites.bsky.social in Craft Literary www.craftliterary.com/2025/09/19/t...
@anniejowrites.bsky.social in Craft Literary www.craftliterary.com/2025/09/19/t...
Two Old Friends and a Ghost Walk into the Woods by Anna Vangala Jones - CRAFT
We’d agreed to never come back to this place yet here we are. The wind whispers through the trees and unsettles our hair, trying to remind us to leave. Why would we return to these woods? “I don’t car...
www.craftliterary.com
November 4, 2025 at 4:01 AM
“‘She’s not a ghost,’ I say. ‘She’s our best friend.’”
@anniejowrites.bsky.social in Craft Literary www.craftliterary.com/2025/09/19/t...
@anniejowrites.bsky.social in Craft Literary www.craftliterary.com/2025/09/19/t...
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.
“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/...
@francinewitte.bsky.social @lit-namjooning.bsky.social literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...
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...
literarynamjooning.wixsite.com
September 18, 2025 at 5:25 AM
“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/...
@francinewitte.bsky.social @lit-namjooning.bsky.social literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...
“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/...
@happilander.bsky.social in @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...
literarynamjooning.wixsite.com
September 18, 2025 at 5:20 AM
“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/...
@happilander.bsky.social in @lit-namjooning.bsky.social literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...
“… 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/...
@writesofkathryn.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...
literarynamjooning.wixsite.com
September 18, 2025 at 5:16 AM
“… 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/...
@writesofkathryn.bsky.social in @lit-namjooning.bsky.social literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...
“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/...
“... 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/...
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 ...
literarynamjooning.wixsite.com
September 18, 2025 at 5:13 AM
“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/...
“... 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/...
“If you can’t find love, there is always parchment.”
@kathrynreese.bsky.social in @lit-namjooning.bsky.social literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...
@kathrynreese.bsky.social 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...
literarynamjooning.wixsite.com
September 18, 2025 at 5:08 AM
“If you can’t find love, there is always parchment.”
@kathrynreese.bsky.social in @lit-namjooning.bsky.social literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...
@kathrynreese.bsky.social in @lit-namjooning.bsky.social literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...
“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/...
@bronwengriffiths.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 ...
literarynamjooning.wixsite.com
September 18, 2025 at 5:02 AM
“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/...
@bronwengriffiths.bsky.social in @lit-namjooning.bsky.social literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...
“… 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/...
@mizukiyamagen.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...
literarynamjooning.wixsite.com
September 18, 2025 at 5:02 AM
“… 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/...
@mizukiyamagen.bsky.social in @lit-namjooning.bsky.social literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...