Andrew Bertaina
@andrewbertaina.bsky.social
The body is a temporary gathering place (2024 Autofocus) . One Person Away From You (2021 Moon City Press)3x notable at Best American Essays. Work in The Best American Poetry, The ThreePenny Review, Prairie Schooner etc.
For the evening crowd: new flash pieces up at Heavy Feather Review
heavyfeatherreview.org/2025/11/12/b...
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Side A: Three Fictions by Andrew Bertaina
The Prayers of Strangers He pulled off at the gas station on the side of the road, gravel and rubber. At the pump, the attendant asked him if he wanted to confess anything. He’d forgotten that thin…
heavyfeatherreview.org
November 12, 2025 at 8:41 PM
For the evening crowd: new flash pieces up at Heavy Feather Review
heavyfeatherreview.org/2025/11/12/b...
heavyfeatherreview.org/2025/11/12/b...
Reposted by Andrew Bertaina
Heads up...Our poetry and fiction teams will no longer be accepting submissions after November 20th. Want to submit a piece? The link to submit is in our bio (and submissions are free)!
November 12, 2025 at 6:20 PM
Heads up...Our poetry and fiction teams will no longer be accepting submissions after November 20th. Want to submit a piece? The link to submit is in our bio (and submissions are free)!
I have a new triptych of stories up at the heavy feather review
heavyfeatherreview.org/2025/11/12/b...
heavyfeatherreview.org/2025/11/12/b...
Side A: Three Fictions by Andrew Bertaina
The Prayers of Strangers He pulled off at the gas station on the side of the road, gravel and rubber. At the pump, the attendant asked him if he wanted to confess anything. He’d forgotten that thin…
heavyfeatherreview.org
November 12, 2025 at 2:25 PM
I have a new triptych of stories up at the heavy feather review
heavyfeatherreview.org/2025/11/12/b...
heavyfeatherreview.org/2025/11/12/b...
My book: Ethan Hawke & Me, was a staff pick @kramerbooks in August, but I just noticed it now :).
November 11, 2025 at 5:02 PM
My book: Ethan Hawke & Me, was a staff pick @kramerbooks in August, but I just noticed it now :).
“When I spoke to him about the loneliness I didn’t mean out in the wheat fields. There is a loneliness that opens up between two people sitting in a bar, not in love with one another, not even certain they like the way they are entangled with one another.”
Anne Carson
Anne Carson
November 11, 2025 at 2:00 PM
“When I spoke to him about the loneliness I didn’t mean out in the wheat fields. There is a loneliness that opens up between two people sitting in a bar, not in love with one another, not even certain they like the way they are entangled with one another.”
Anne Carson
Anne Carson
I do not share the same opinion as everyone. It seems to me that the elected officials should be able to govern, within reason. And if they want the ACA to fall, okay. People can decide if they like that or not. I would guess not, but R have all seats of government
November 10, 2025 at 9:44 PM
I do not share the same opinion as everyone. It seems to me that the elected officials should be able to govern, within reason. And if they want the ACA to fall, okay. People can decide if they like that or not. I would guess not, but R have all seats of government
Book mail
Your Name Here by Helen DeWitt and Ilya Gridneff @Dalkey_Archive
Your Name Here by Helen DeWitt and Ilya Gridneff @Dalkey_Archive
November 10, 2025 at 9:24 PM
Book mail
Your Name Here by Helen DeWitt and Ilya Gridneff @Dalkey_Archive
Your Name Here by Helen DeWitt and Ilya Gridneff @Dalkey_Archive
“To try to express one’s position in regard to the universe embraced by consciousness, is an immemorial urge. The arms of consciousness reach out…while the scientist sees everything that happens in one point of space, the poet feels everything that happens in one point of time.”
Nabokov
Nabokov
November 10, 2025 at 2:11 PM
“To try to express one’s position in regard to the universe embraced by consciousness, is an immemorial urge. The arms of consciousness reach out…while the scientist sees everything that happens in one point of space, the poet feels everything that happens in one point of time.”
Nabokov
Nabokov
800 pages into this behemoth
November 9, 2025 at 9:44 PM
800 pages into this behemoth
Dreaming, for some artists, is the irresistible temptation. “What seems to me the highest and most difficult achievement of Art,” Flaubert wrote…”is not to make us laugh or cry, not to arouse our lust or rage, but to do what nature does—that is, to set us to dreaming”
Nabokov
Nabokov
November 9, 2025 at 4:31 PM
Dreaming, for some artists, is the irresistible temptation. “What seems to me the highest and most difficult achievement of Art,” Flaubert wrote…”is not to make us laugh or cry, not to arouse our lust or rage, but to do what nature does—that is, to set us to dreaming”
Nabokov
Nabokov
Hanging with the crew
November 7, 2025 at 9:35 PM
Hanging with the crew
“What is the conversation of lovers? Compared with the ordinary talk it is as bread to stone. My heart gets dizzy…clutch wide at the railings, leaning out over the tiny city, its clockwork shadows so far below. One shriek goes flaring and flattening away down the valley. Gone.”
November 7, 2025 at 4:56 PM
“What is the conversation of lovers? Compared with the ordinary talk it is as bread to stone. My heart gets dizzy…clutch wide at the railings, leaning out over the tiny city, its clockwork shadows so far below. One shriek goes flaring and flattening away down the valley. Gone.”
Painting kind of
November 6, 2025 at 10:07 PM
Painting kind of
“They are passing, posthaste, posthaste, the gliding years—to use a soul rending Horatian inflection. The years are passing, my dear, and presently nobody will know what you and I know. Our child is growing: the roses of Paestum, misty Paestum, are gone.”
Vladamir Nabokov
Vladamir Nabokov
November 6, 2025 at 2:49 PM
“They are passing, posthaste, posthaste, the gliding years—to use a soul rending Horatian inflection. The years are passing, my dear, and presently nobody will know what you and I know. Our child is growing: the roses of Paestum, misty Paestum, are gone.”
Vladamir Nabokov
Vladamir Nabokov
“One night I dreamed of such a world. I rowed upon the surface of the moon and there was no wind, there were no moments, for the moon is as empty as the inside of an eye and not even the sound of a shadow falling falls there.”
Anne Carson
Anne Carson
November 5, 2025 at 4:46 PM
“One night I dreamed of such a world. I rowed upon the surface of the moon and there was no wind, there were no moments, for the moon is as empty as the inside of an eye and not even the sound of a shadow falling falls there.”
Anne Carson
Anne Carson
