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"Three Poems" by henry 7. reneau, jr.
“a euphor/oxia of osmotic diss- / combobulation it can happen / now !! to you / is only amerikkka as usual (hear no/ speak no / see no evil) / a racial diss- / equilibrium of gunshot / splayed”
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“a euphor/oxia of osmotic diss- / combobulation it can happen / now !! to you / is only amerikkka as usual (hear no/ speak no / see no evil) / a racial diss- / equilibrium of gunshot / splayed”
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three poems — Blood+Honey
by henry 7. reneau, jr. “a euphor/oxia of osmotic diss- / combobulation it can happen / now !! to you / is only amerikkka as usual (hear no/ speak no / see...
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November 30, 2025 at 10:49 PM
"Three Poems" by henry 7. reneau, jr.
“a euphor/oxia of osmotic diss- / combobulation it can happen / now !! to you / is only amerikkka as usual (hear no/ speak no / see no evil) / a racial diss- / equilibrium of gunshot / splayed”
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“a euphor/oxia of osmotic diss- / combobulation it can happen / now !! to you / is only amerikkka as usual (hear no/ speak no / see no evil) / a racial diss- / equilibrium of gunshot / splayed”
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Poem "Untitled" by Writer-in-Residence Marty Shambles @martyshambles.bsky.social
“…a plume of smoke pours / from my lips dangerous precedents are set every day.”
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“…a plume of smoke pours / from my lips dangerous precedents are set every day.”
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untitled — Blood+Honey
by Marty Shambles “…a plume of smoke pours / from my lips dangerous precedents are set every day.”
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November 30, 2025 at 8:33 PM
Poem "Untitled" by Writer-in-Residence Marty Shambles @martyshambles.bsky.social
“…a plume of smoke pours / from my lips dangerous precedents are set every day.”
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“…a plume of smoke pours / from my lips dangerous precedents are set every day.”
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Fiction "Chips" by Hil Schmidt
“She was an adorable child, though a sensitive one to be quite frank. She seemed to consider me to be a sophisticated creature, and I believe I filled that role with ease.”
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“She was an adorable child, though a sensitive one to be quite frank. She seemed to consider me to be a sophisticated creature, and I believe I filled that role with ease.”
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chips — Blood+Honey
by Hil Schmidt “She was an adorable child, though a sensitive one to be quite frank. She seemed to consider me to be a sophisticated creature, and I believe I filled that role with ease.”
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November 30, 2025 at 8:30 PM
Fiction "Chips" by Hil Schmidt
“She was an adorable child, though a sensitive one to be quite frank. She seemed to consider me to be a sophisticated creature, and I believe I filled that role with ease.”
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“She was an adorable child, though a sensitive one to be quite frank. She seemed to consider me to be a sophisticated creature, and I believe I filled that role with ease.”
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Micro-fiction "Poultice" by Christie Chapman
“Every morning you go to the potions…They work if you believe in them. And you do. You have to..”
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“Every morning you go to the potions…They work if you believe in them. And you do. You have to..”
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poultice — Blood+Honey
by Christie Chapman “Every morning you go to the potions…They work if you believe in them. And you do. You have to..”
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November 30, 2025 at 8:28 PM
Micro-fiction "Poultice" by Christie Chapman
“Every morning you go to the potions…They work if you believe in them. And you do. You have to..”
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“Every morning you go to the potions…They work if you believe in them. And you do. You have to..”
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"Three Poems" by Steven M. Smith
“They had to accelerate after work . . . away / from their frowning houses, where their spouses / perspired and sighed into pots of soup and laundry bins.”
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“They had to accelerate after work . . . away / from their frowning houses, where their spouses / perspired and sighed into pots of soup and laundry bins.”
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three poems — Blood+Honey
by Steven M. Smith “They had to accelerate after work . . . away / from their frowning houses, where their spouses / perspired and sighed into pots of soup and laundry bins.”
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November 30, 2025 at 8:24 PM
"Three Poems" by Steven M. Smith
“They had to accelerate after work . . . away / from their frowning houses, where their spouses / perspired and sighed into pots of soup and laundry bins.”
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“They had to accelerate after work . . . away / from their frowning houses, where their spouses / perspired and sighed into pots of soup and laundry bins.”
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Fiction "Comorbid" by Ika Bittern
“The body in the open casket is smoothed over, waxy – as if, if you cut it, it would be the same all the way through. As if it never had any secrets.”
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“The body in the open casket is smoothed over, waxy – as if, if you cut it, it would be the same all the way through. As if it never had any secrets.”
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comorbid — Blood+Honey
by Ika Bittern “The body in the open casket is smoothed over, waxy – as if, if you cut it, it would be the same all the way through. As if it never had any secrets.”
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November 30, 2025 at 7:31 AM
Fiction "Comorbid" by Ika Bittern
“The body in the open casket is smoothed over, waxy – as if, if you cut it, it would be the same all the way through. As if it never had any secrets.”
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“The body in the open casket is smoothed over, waxy – as if, if you cut it, it would be the same all the way through. As if it never had any secrets.”
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Flash fiction "Lycanthropy" by Maria Pianelli Blair
“I think it’s modern Darwinism — how would we expect our girls to survive, otherwise? A girl needs a little firepower every now and again.”
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“I think it’s modern Darwinism — how would we expect our girls to survive, otherwise? A girl needs a little firepower every now and again.”
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lycanthropy — Blood+Honey
by Maria Pianelli Blair “I think it’s modern Darwinism — how would we expect our girls to survive, otherwise? A girl needs a little firepower every now and again.”
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November 30, 2025 at 7:28 AM
Flash fiction "Lycanthropy" by Maria Pianelli Blair
“I think it’s modern Darwinism — how would we expect our girls to survive, otherwise? A girl needs a little firepower every now and again.”
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“I think it’s modern Darwinism — how would we expect our girls to survive, otherwise? A girl needs a little firepower every now and again.”
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CNF "Judy's Rainbow" by Reg Darling
“For a close circle of family and friends, 'The Garage' became the place they went to hang out with Hartwell...Some understood, some got it without knowing they got it, and many didn’t get it at all."
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“For a close circle of family and friends, 'The Garage' became the place they went to hang out with Hartwell...Some understood, some got it without knowing they got it, and many didn’t get it at all."
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judy’s rainbow — Blood+Honey
by Reg Darling “For a close circle of family and friends, “The Garage” became the place they went to hang out with Hartwell. …For those who consciously lived with one foot in the Pleistocene, it was...
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November 30, 2025 at 7:22 AM
CNF "Judy's Rainbow" by Reg Darling
“For a close circle of family and friends, 'The Garage' became the place they went to hang out with Hartwell...Some understood, some got it without knowing they got it, and many didn’t get it at all."
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“For a close circle of family and friends, 'The Garage' became the place they went to hang out with Hartwell...Some understood, some got it without knowing they got it, and many didn’t get it at all."
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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.”
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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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"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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