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/
“The night we turned back the clocks, a dark disc descended. The sky lit like a million suns. A theft, or a mercy?”
The Great Girl Evaporation of 2022 by @vicnogaywrites.bsky.social in Naming a Dying Thing, from @yellowarrowpub.bsky.social
The Great Girl Evaporation of 2022 by @vicnogaywrites.bsky.social in Naming a Dying Thing, from @yellowarrowpub.bsky.social
November 13, 2025 at 4:26 AM
“The night we turned back the clocks, a dark disc descended. The sky lit like a million suns. A theft, or a mercy?”
The Great Girl Evaporation of 2022 by @vicnogaywrites.bsky.social in Naming a Dying Thing, from @yellowarrowpub.bsky.social
The Great Girl Evaporation of 2022 by @vicnogaywrites.bsky.social in Naming a Dying Thing, from @yellowarrowpub.bsky.social
"What’s autumn?"
"... her soft white hands, tipped in a tasteful nude, she would later tell my mom."
“Leaves fall?”
Avon Calling You an Autumn When You Know You Are Summer by @lumchanmfa.bsky.social in Bitter Over Sweet, from @sfwp.bsky.social
"... her soft white hands, tipped in a tasteful nude, she would later tell my mom."
“Leaves fall?”
Avon Calling You an Autumn When You Know You Are Summer by @lumchanmfa.bsky.social in Bitter Over Sweet, from @sfwp.bsky.social
November 13, 2025 at 3:54 AM
"What’s autumn?"
"... her soft white hands, tipped in a tasteful nude, she would later tell my mom."
“Leaves fall?”
Avon Calling You an Autumn When You Know You Are Summer by @lumchanmfa.bsky.social in Bitter Over Sweet, from @sfwp.bsky.social
"... her soft white hands, tipped in a tasteful nude, she would later tell my mom."
“Leaves fall?”
Avon Calling You an Autumn When You Know You Are Summer by @lumchanmfa.bsky.social in Bitter Over Sweet, from @sfwp.bsky.social
"It's none of my business how many nuggets you eat. I'm sorry, The Rock says, and his sad eyes ar supposed to melt my icy heart, and they almost do. I almost apologize. But ..."
The Gold Standard by @writesloud.bsky.social in First Kicking, Then Not, published by @stanchion.bsky.social
The Gold Standard by @writesloud.bsky.social in First Kicking, Then Not, published by @stanchion.bsky.social
August 12, 2025 at 4:18 AM
"It's none of my business how many nuggets you eat. I'm sorry, The Rock says, and his sad eyes ar supposed to melt my icy heart, and they almost do. I almost apologize. But ..."
The Gold Standard by @writesloud.bsky.social in First Kicking, Then Not, published by @stanchion.bsky.social
The Gold Standard by @writesloud.bsky.social in First Kicking, Then Not, published by @stanchion.bsky.social
“I hang up the phone and imagine. *Like* what are we? ... The river runs north. Through all of it, my brown hair
just *like* sucks up the sun. Then all I see is a child. She’s *like* right in our sunlight.”
Like Me by Jenn Marie Nunes, published by @vapress.bsky.social
just *like* sucks up the sun. Then all I see is a child. She’s *like* right in our sunlight.”
Like Me by Jenn Marie Nunes, published by @vapress.bsky.social
August 12, 2025 at 4:11 AM
“I hang up the phone and imagine. *Like* what are we? ... The river runs north. Through all of it, my brown hair
just *like* sucks up the sun. Then all I see is a child. She’s *like* right in our sunlight.”
Like Me by Jenn Marie Nunes, published by @vapress.bsky.social
just *like* sucks up the sun. Then all I see is a child. She’s *like* right in our sunlight.”
Like Me by Jenn Marie Nunes, published by @vapress.bsky.social
“Enough is an abyss in which hope and reality disappear.”
Inner Thief by @clairepolders.bsky.social in Woman of the Hour, published by @vineleavespress.bsky.social
Inner Thief by @clairepolders.bsky.social in Woman of the Hour, published by @vineleavespress.bsky.social
August 4, 2025 at 1:41 AM
“Enough is an abyss in which hope and reality disappear.”
Inner Thief by @clairepolders.bsky.social in Woman of the Hour, published by @vineleavespress.bsky.social
Inner Thief by @clairepolders.bsky.social in Woman of the Hour, published by @vineleavespress.bsky.social
“In the normie yarrow of waking life
my body is an industry
secret, how do you guard
what you don’t know …”
Sturgeon Moon by @tomsnarsky.bsky.social in A Letter From The Mountain & Other Poems, published by @animalheartpress.bsky.social
my body is an industry
secret, how do you guard
what you don’t know …”
Sturgeon Moon by @tomsnarsky.bsky.social in A Letter From The Mountain & Other Poems, published by @animalheartpress.bsky.social
August 4, 2025 at 1:35 AM
“In the normie yarrow of waking life
my body is an industry
secret, how do you guard
what you don’t know …”
Sturgeon Moon by @tomsnarsky.bsky.social in A Letter From The Mountain & Other Poems, published by @animalheartpress.bsky.social
my body is an industry
secret, how do you guard
what you don’t know …”
Sturgeon Moon by @tomsnarsky.bsky.social in A Letter From The Mountain & Other Poems, published by @animalheartpress.bsky.social
“You want them to understand when you run through the train tunnel, you do and do not have something to prove.”
To Think That I Could Be a Mother by @allisonfieldbell.bsky.social in Without Woman or Body, from @finishinglinepress.bsky.social
To Think That I Could Be a Mother by @allisonfieldbell.bsky.social in Without Woman or Body, from @finishinglinepress.bsky.social
July 18, 2025 at 3:12 AM
“You want them to understand when you run through the train tunnel, you do and do not have something to prove.”
To Think That I Could Be a Mother by @allisonfieldbell.bsky.social in Without Woman or Body, from @finishinglinepress.bsky.social
To Think That I Could Be a Mother by @allisonfieldbell.bsky.social in Without Woman or Body, from @finishinglinepress.bsky.social
This weekend in book mail: Grieving Hope, edited by @dianegotauthor.bsky.social and featuring @kristinatabor.bsky.social, Janet Murie, @charlotteham504.bsky.social, @ronita.bsky.social & @kimsrogers.bsky.social
June 9, 2025 at 3:44 AM
This weekend in book mail: Grieving Hope, edited by @dianegotauthor.bsky.social and featuring @kristinatabor.bsky.social, Janet Murie, @charlotteham504.bsky.social, @ronita.bsky.social & @kimsrogers.bsky.social
This Post-it Note of a weekend, which featured book mail: Disintegration Made Plain and Easy by Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi, from @pizamapress.bsky.social
June 9, 2025 at 3:38 AM
This Post-it Note of a weekend, which featured book mail: Disintegration Made Plain and Easy by Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi, from @pizamapress.bsky.social
This past week or so in book mail: Boxcutters by @johnchrostek.com, from @malarkeybooks.bsky.social
June 9, 2025 at 3:33 AM
This past week or so in book mail: Boxcutters by @johnchrostek.com, from @malarkeybooks.bsky.social
“Her heart is a stone. When she walks across campus she feels neon-lit: The Sister of the Guy Who Was Murdered at the Wawa.”
not Alfred E so much as flying, when flying is like singing (*is* singing)
Mad by @sfreligh.bsky.social in Other Emergencies, from @mooncitypress.bsky.social
not Alfred E so much as flying, when flying is like singing (*is* singing)
Mad by @sfreligh.bsky.social in Other Emergencies, from @mooncitypress.bsky.social
May 27, 2025 at 3:35 AM
“Her heart is a stone. When she walks across campus she feels neon-lit: The Sister of the Guy Who Was Murdered at the Wawa.”
not Alfred E so much as flying, when flying is like singing (*is* singing)
Mad by @sfreligh.bsky.social in Other Emergencies, from @mooncitypress.bsky.social
not Alfred E so much as flying, when flying is like singing (*is* singing)
Mad by @sfreligh.bsky.social in Other Emergencies, from @mooncitypress.bsky.social
Book mail on a Thursday night at the not-movies: My Heresies by @alinaetc.bsky.social, from @sarabandebooks.bsky.social
May 16, 2025 at 3:05 AM
Book mail on a Thursday night at the not-movies: My Heresies by @alinaetc.bsky.social, from @sarabandebooks.bsky.social
Pre-road book mail: Human/Animal: A Bestiary in Essays by @amiesouzareilly.bsky.social, from @wlupress.bsky.social
May 7, 2025 at 1:12 AM
Pre-road book mail: Human/Animal: A Bestiary in Essays by @amiesouzareilly.bsky.social, from @wlupress.bsky.social
Book mail on a soft-lights Monday night: American Lit by Jennifer Greidus, from Querrelle Press
April 8, 2025 at 1:09 AM
Book mail on a soft-lights Monday night: American Lit by Jennifer Greidus, from Querrelle Press
“… but when the factory bell rings, I paint myself for you.”
“The circle of my drugstore compact reflects the glowing pieces of me, the mirror a door I could slip through if I were just bright enough.”
@lorisambolbrody.bsky.social in @fracturedlit.bsky.social fracturedlit.com/undark/
“The circle of my drugstore compact reflects the glowing pieces of me, the mirror a door I could slip through if I were just bright enough.”
@lorisambolbrody.bsky.social in @fracturedlit.bsky.social fracturedlit.com/undark/
March 21, 2025 at 3:38 AM
“… but when the factory bell rings, I paint myself for you.”
“The circle of my drugstore compact reflects the glowing pieces of me, the mirror a door I could slip through if I were just bright enough.”
@lorisambolbrody.bsky.social in @fracturedlit.bsky.social fracturedlit.com/undark/
“The circle of my drugstore compact reflects the glowing pieces of me, the mirror a door I could slip through if I were just bright enough.”
@lorisambolbrody.bsky.social in @fracturedlit.bsky.social fracturedlit.com/undark/
the weekend that was in book mail part 2 (in Sensurround): Don’t Take This the Wrong Way by @kimmagowan.bsky.social & Michelle Ross, from EastOver Press
March 11, 2025 at 12:51 AM
the weekend that was in book mail part 2 (in Sensurround): Don’t Take This the Wrong Way by @kimmagowan.bsky.social & Michelle Ross, from EastOver Press
the weekend that was in book mail part 1: Life Would Be Perfect If by @jhhwriter.bsky.social, from Bottlecap Press
March 11, 2025 at 12:46 AM
the weekend that was in book mail part 1: Life Would Be Perfect If by @jhhwriter.bsky.social, from Bottlecap Press
“Oh, frisson. … And now, by way of the wonderful Kathy Fish, the Universe had immediately delivered a name for my joy.”
Al: ❤️
from T is for Train by @alkratz.bsky.social
Al: ❤️
from T is for Train by @alkratz.bsky.social
March 5, 2025 at 12:35 AM
“Oh, frisson. … And now, by way of the wonderful Kathy Fish, the Universe had immediately delivered a name for my joy.”
Al: ❤️
from T is for Train by @alkratz.bsky.social
Al: ❤️
from T is for Train by @alkratz.bsky.social
“dear dearest, what did you have for breakfast and / did you feel / very much alone?”
dear dearest by Blossom Hibbert in suddenly, it’s now, from @leafepress.bsky.social
dear dearest by Blossom Hibbert in suddenly, it’s now, from @leafepress.bsky.social
March 5, 2025 at 12:30 AM
“dear dearest, what did you have for breakfast and / did you feel / very much alone?”
dear dearest by Blossom Hibbert in suddenly, it’s now, from @leafepress.bsky.social
dear dearest by Blossom Hibbert in suddenly, it’s now, from @leafepress.bsky.social
“The real Anna was the smallest Russian doll clustered inside its larger clones, rattling inside all of those hard shells. So small as to be unidentifiable, sunken down to near-nothingness in the central black.”
All Our Tomorrows by @amykdebellis.bsky.social, from @clashbooks.bsky.social
All Our Tomorrows by @amykdebellis.bsky.social, from @clashbooks.bsky.social
March 5, 2025 at 12:25 AM
“The real Anna was the smallest Russian doll clustered inside its larger clones, rattling inside all of those hard shells. So small as to be unidentifiable, sunken down to near-nothingness in the central black.”
All Our Tomorrows by @amykdebellis.bsky.social, from @clashbooks.bsky.social
All Our Tomorrows by @amykdebellis.bsky.social, from @clashbooks.bsky.social
“I want you to make sense of it for me. Or a part of me does. Another part of me knows that you can’t do that. That you will respond in some beautiful big-hearted way, and ...”
from Are You Willing? by @amymarques.bsky.social & @pleomorphic2.bsky.social (from Bottlecap Press)
from Are You Willing? by @amymarques.bsky.social & @pleomorphic2.bsky.social (from Bottlecap Press)
March 5, 2025 at 12:20 AM
“I want you to make sense of it for me. Or a part of me does. Another part of me knows that you can’t do that. That you will respond in some beautiful big-hearted way, and ...”
from Are You Willing? by @amymarques.bsky.social & @pleomorphic2.bsky.social (from Bottlecap Press)
from Are You Willing? by @amymarques.bsky.social & @pleomorphic2.bsky.social (from Bottlecap Press)
My Man Godfrey and my man minimalism and my man meaningfulness and my man little c and my man son of a gun of a son and my man who is sometimes many times most of the time me
March 3, 2025 at 2:37 AM
My Man Godfrey and my man minimalism and my man meaningfulness and my man little c and my man son of a gun of a son and my man who is sometimes many times most of the time me
(11/15/2019: I have a story in bad pony that references the silent movie "He Who Gets Slapped," and rivers around sadness and a stitched-in heart (see Plate 1). Thanks for giving it a home, bad pony. badponyarchive.wixsite.com/my-site/post...
February 24, 2025 at 2:29 AM
(11/15/2019: I have a story in bad pony that references the silent movie "He Who Gets Slapped," and rivers around sadness and a stitched-in heart (see Plate 1). Thanks for giving it a home, bad pony. badponyarchive.wixsite.com/my-site/post...
