Susurrus
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An online literary arts magazine for artists from the American South | EIC: @chellechampagne.bsky.social | Submissions OPEN through November 30th!
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🔔🔔🔔 #SubsOpen for our Winter 2025 issue! Submit your #poetry, #flash, #fiction, #CNF, and #photography to
@susurrusmag.bsky.social! Send us your gorgeous and compelling, your thoughtful and tender--all open to artists across the American South. Learn more at susurrusthemagazine.com/submit
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November 19, 2025 at 4:54 PM
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@susurrusmag.bsky.social! Send us your gorgeous and compelling, your thoughtful and tender--all open to artists across the American South. Learn more at susurrusthemagazine.com/submit
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November 7, 2025 at 2:55 PM
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It me. 🚊
"I had achieved a version of the erasure I was looking for: I was a skin color, a passport, a nationality. A lifelong inability to fit in ceases to matter in a place where you’re never going to fit in."
"Metro, Metro" by @marshallsmoore.bsky.social
"Metro, Metro" by @marshallsmoore.bsky.social
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November 5, 2025 at 3:03 PM
It me. 🚊
"I had achieved a version of the erasure I was looking for: I was a skin color, a passport, a nationality. A lifelong inability to fit in ceases to matter in a place where you’re never going to fit in."
"Metro, Metro" by @marshallsmoore.bsky.social
"Metro, Metro" by @marshallsmoore.bsky.social
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November 5, 2025 at 3:01 PM
"I had achieved a version of the erasure I was looking for: I was a skin color, a passport, a nationality. A lifelong inability to fit in ceases to matter in a place where you’re never going to fit in."
"Metro, Metro" by @marshallsmoore.bsky.social
"Metro, Metro" by @marshallsmoore.bsky.social
"'We’re too old for all that,' Sharon insists. But the water makes her playful. We skip rocks and sing the songs she likes. Mariah Carey. Janet Jackson. That’s the way love goes."
"We Are Twelve" by L. Bellee Jones-Pierce
"We Are Twelve" by L. Bellee Jones-Pierce
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November 3, 2025 at 7:59 PM
"'We’re too old for all that,' Sharon insists. But the water makes her playful. We skip rocks and sing the songs she likes. Mariah Carey. Janet Jackson. That’s the way love goes."
"We Are Twelve" by L. Bellee Jones-Pierce
"We Are Twelve" by L. Bellee Jones-Pierce
"I keep the space around it still. Nothing will crush it. It will not be broken. It will be here, when they’re ready."
"Where the Work Gets Done" by Matthew Hand
"Where the Work Gets Done" by Matthew Hand
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October 31, 2025 at 3:53 PM
"I keep the space around it still. Nothing will crush it. It will not be broken. It will be here, when they’re ready."
"Where the Work Gets Done" by Matthew Hand
"Where the Work Gets Done" by Matthew Hand
"The boy stared at himself in the mirror behind the bar. He wondered if he looked that way to everyone. It was hard to tell what people saw. Sometimes they just looked away."
"The Last Nickel" by D Bedell
"The Last Nickel" by D Bedell
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October 29, 2025 at 2:52 PM
"The boy stared at himself in the mirror behind the bar. He wondered if he looked that way to everyone. It was hard to tell what people saw. Sometimes they just looked away."
"The Last Nickel" by D Bedell
"The Last Nickel" by D Bedell
"That’s how you know it’s Isabella’s rock, she says, because it’s pink. I don’t really like pink, but I like the rock."
"Rocks" by Gabby Kiser
"Rocks" by Gabby Kiser
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October 27, 2025 at 2:35 PM
"That’s how you know it’s Isabella’s rock, she says, because it’s pink. I don’t really like pink, but I like the rock."
"Rocks" by Gabby Kiser
"Rocks" by Gabby Kiser
"Real grief never ends. It’ll buffer, lose its sharpness, you’ll forget it’s searching for a signal in the background. But once its introduced to your operating system, it functions from the start to each day."
"A Test of Our Bodies for the Resurrection" by Matthew Hand
"A Test of Our Bodies for the Resurrection" by Matthew Hand
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October 24, 2025 at 2:46 PM
"Real grief never ends. It’ll buffer, lose its sharpness, you’ll forget it’s searching for a signal in the background. But once its introduced to your operating system, it functions from the start to each day."
"A Test of Our Bodies for the Resurrection" by Matthew Hand
"A Test of Our Bodies for the Resurrection" by Matthew Hand
"The tiny trees inside me bore fruit that weighed me down. My skin had a greenish hue that briefly made people believe in my invisible illness, my inner struggles. My untold stories were swaying and brushing up against each other."
"Crown Shyness" by @chelseastickle.bsky.social
"Crown Shyness" by @chelseastickle.bsky.social
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October 22, 2025 at 5:30 PM
"The tiny trees inside me bore fruit that weighed me down. My skin had a greenish hue that briefly made people believe in my invisible illness, my inner struggles. My untold stories were swaying and brushing up against each other."
"Crown Shyness" by @chelseastickle.bsky.social
"Crown Shyness" by @chelseastickle.bsky.social
"I told the office manager. She shook her head. Called the cops to search. There she was, the body. Like it was, inside my misty circle. It’s women and girls who end up dead."
"Dead Daddies" by @nbrogdonwrites.bsky.social
"Dead Daddies" by @nbrogdonwrites.bsky.social
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October 21, 2025 at 2:14 PM
"I told the office manager. She shook her head. Called the cops to search. There she was, the body. Like it was, inside my misty circle. It’s women and girls who end up dead."
"Dead Daddies" by @nbrogdonwrites.bsky.social
"Dead Daddies" by @nbrogdonwrites.bsky.social
"'I don’t want a deep grave,' he’d said once, like it was nothing more than weather talk. 'Just enough for the earth to cover me. I want to feel the rain.'"
"The Rain Knew" by B.C. Brock
"The Rain Knew" by B.C. Brock
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October 17, 2025 at 5:41 PM
"'I don’t want a deep grave,' he’d said once, like it was nothing more than weather talk. 'Just enough for the earth to cover me. I want to feel the rain.'"
"The Rain Knew" by B.C. Brock
"The Rain Knew" by B.C. Brock
🔔🔔🔔 #SubsOpen for our Winter 2025 issue! Submit your #poetry, #flash, #fiction, #CNF, and #photography to
@susurrusmag.bsky.social! Send us your gorgeous and compelling, your thoughtful and tender--all open to artists across the American South. Learn more at susurrusthemagazine.com/submit
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October 15, 2025 at 11:18 AM
🔔🔔🔔 #SubsOpen for our Winter 2025 issue! Submit your #poetry, #flash, #fiction, #CNF, and #photography to
@susurrusmag.bsky.social! Send us your gorgeous and compelling, your thoughtful and tender--all open to artists across the American South. Learn more at susurrusthemagazine.com/submit
@susurrusmag.bsky.social! Send us your gorgeous and compelling, your thoughtful and tender--all open to artists across the American South. Learn more at susurrusthemagazine.com/submit
Maddie Gallo will be taking a break from our upcoming Winter 2025 issue. Taking the helm will be our magnificent Guest Poetry Editor, Eliana Franklin! Y'all give her a warm welcome!
October 13, 2025 at 7:06 PM
Maddie Gallo will be taking a break from our upcoming Winter 2025 issue. Taking the helm will be our magnificent Guest Poetry Editor, Eliana Franklin! Y'all give her a warm welcome!
"Grandad says it means the Devil is kissing his wife, Grandma says he’s beating her. 'Either way,' Grandad says, 'the Devil’s having a good time.'"
“Sunshower" by William Hawkins
“Sunshower" by William Hawkins
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October 10, 2025 at 1:44 PM
"Grandad says it means the Devil is kissing his wife, Grandma says he’s beating her. 'Either way,' Grandad says, 'the Devil’s having a good time.'"
“Sunshower" by William Hawkins
“Sunshower" by William Hawkins
"The trees still grew in unnatural patterns, with colors under the bark that didn’t make sense unless you stared too long. In spirals the branches reached down for ya."
“They Think in Circles" by B.C. Brock
“They Think in Circles" by B.C. Brock
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October 8, 2025 at 2:09 PM
"The trees still grew in unnatural patterns, with colors under the bark that didn’t make sense unless you stared too long. In spirals the branches reached down for ya."
“They Think in Circles" by B.C. Brock
“They Think in Circles" by B.C. Brock
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🎉Congratulations to our 2026 @sundresspub.bsky.social #BestOfTheNet Nominations! 🎉
October 7, 2025 at 9:58 PM
🎉Congratulations to our 2026 @sundresspub.bsky.social #BestOfTheNet Nominations! 🎉
October 7, 2025 at 8:09 PM
🎉Congratulations to our 2026 @sundresspub.bsky.social #BestOfTheNet Nominations! 🎉
"turn me into a saint for that small feathered thump of breath,
of the truth I that can give, of unknown birds."
"The Saint of Unknown Birds" by @pamelamanasco.bsky.social
of the truth I that can give, of unknown birds."
"The Saint of Unknown Birds" by @pamelamanasco.bsky.social
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October 6, 2025 at 7:26 PM
"turn me into a saint for that small feathered thump of breath,
of the truth I that can give, of unknown birds."
"The Saint of Unknown Birds" by @pamelamanasco.bsky.social
of the truth I that can give, of unknown birds."
"The Saint of Unknown Birds" by @pamelamanasco.bsky.social
"I sit
at the desk and thrum and
absorb and grow
hot then grow cold"
"The Last Human Artist" by Tyler Jagt
at the desk and thrum and
absorb and grow
hot then grow cold"
"The Last Human Artist" by Tyler Jagt
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October 3, 2025 at 5:34 PM
"I sit
at the desk and thrum and
absorb and grow
hot then grow cold"
"The Last Human Artist" by Tyler Jagt
at the desk and thrum and
absorb and grow
hot then grow cold"
"The Last Human Artist" by Tyler Jagt
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So much love to @susurrusmag.bsky.social for publishing my fossil poem!
"...how wonderful it is to be wrong about the bones
and underneath, to remind absence is only replacement,
that what we are is perhaps necessarily a plan
for what is coming later, some shining reminder."
"On Finally Understanding That Fossils Are Not Bones" by @pamelamanasco.bsky.social
and underneath, to remind absence is only replacement,
that what we are is perhaps necessarily a plan
for what is coming later, some shining reminder."
"On Finally Understanding That Fossils Are Not Bones" by @pamelamanasco.bsky.social
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October 2, 2025 at 1:56 PM
So much love to @susurrusmag.bsky.social for publishing my fossil poem!
"So much is imagined & so much is poured into the foundation.
The fresh windows busted in the storm & now
my child’s eyes are on the sun reflected in the shards
shining up at us."
"Don't Empty Houses Ring?" by Claire Nelson
The fresh windows busted in the storm & now
my child’s eyes are on the sun reflected in the shards
shining up at us."
"Don't Empty Houses Ring?" by Claire Nelson
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October 2, 2025 at 12:17 AM
"So much is imagined & so much is poured into the foundation.
The fresh windows busted in the storm & now
my child’s eyes are on the sun reflected in the shards
shining up at us."
"Don't Empty Houses Ring?" by Claire Nelson
The fresh windows busted in the storm & now
my child’s eyes are on the sun reflected in the shards
shining up at us."
"Don't Empty Houses Ring?" by Claire Nelson
"...how wonderful it is to be wrong about the bones
and underneath, to remind absence is only replacement,
that what we are is perhaps necessarily a plan
for what is coming later, some shining reminder."
"On Finally Understanding That Fossils Are Not Bones" by @pamelamanasco.bsky.social
and underneath, to remind absence is only replacement,
that what we are is perhaps necessarily a plan
for what is coming later, some shining reminder."
"On Finally Understanding That Fossils Are Not Bones" by @pamelamanasco.bsky.social
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October 1, 2025 at 2:43 PM
"...how wonderful it is to be wrong about the bones
and underneath, to remind absence is only replacement,
that what we are is perhaps necessarily a plan
for what is coming later, some shining reminder."
"On Finally Understanding That Fossils Are Not Bones" by @pamelamanasco.bsky.social
and underneath, to remind absence is only replacement,
that what we are is perhaps necessarily a plan
for what is coming later, some shining reminder."
"On Finally Understanding That Fossils Are Not Bones" by @pamelamanasco.bsky.social
"I hadn’t thought or
learned that to want has little to do with to have,
that to love can mean too little."
"The Last Time I Tried to Love a Man" by @emmabolden.bsky.social
learned that to want has little to do with to have,
that to love can mean too little."
"The Last Time I Tried to Love a Man" by @emmabolden.bsky.social
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September 26, 2025 at 3:10 PM
"I hadn’t thought or
learned that to want has little to do with to have,
that to love can mean too little."
"The Last Time I Tried to Love a Man" by @emmabolden.bsky.social
learned that to want has little to do with to have,
that to love can mean too little."
"The Last Time I Tried to Love a Man" by @emmabolden.bsky.social
"My wife learned
the term for what she had—festination—
sounded joyous, hardly a symptom of Parkinson’s."
"Late" by @markblaeuer.bsky.social
the term for what she had—festination—
sounded joyous, hardly a symptom of Parkinson’s."
"Late" by @markblaeuer.bsky.social
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September 24, 2025 at 1:56 PM
"My wife learned
the term for what she had—festination—
sounded joyous, hardly a symptom of Parkinson’s."
"Late" by @markblaeuer.bsky.social
the term for what she had—festination—
sounded joyous, hardly a symptom of Parkinson’s."
"Late" by @markblaeuer.bsky.social