A lot is said about a lot but little do we know about most things. One thing is certain though: our problems & our pain don't solve themselves or go away on their own. We have to lay our hand upon the heart of the matter & feel the prickly promise that comes with doing the work.
“I charted space and time from innumerable angles, only to inevitably bump into you on the bus or at the altar or on the beach while blackout drunk. Whenever we’d re-meet each other, I’d excitedly tell you about my adventures, and you’d tell me about yours, and sometimes we did this not with words but with a probing gaze or a fist to the jaw or our two sets of hipbones slamming together. And with the same degree of force with which we collided, we would hurtle away from one another, landing on opposite sides of the universe where we’d bemoan the fact that it’s possible to know another person so completely—then to never speak to them again.”
When I read the brief bio of this talented writer, Emily Buli, it said she makes films. That explains why I experienced this fantastic piece in @Heroin_Chic_Mag as if I were watching a movie of her life. Read “ Under Dappled Light!”It’s phenomenal. 🙌🏽
https://t.co/zyVgVvrcXp
"One day, I took the long way home. Instead of turning left, I turned right, and instead of turning right, I turned left, and instead of stopping I kept going until it seemed I had walked the entire circumference of the earth."
https://t.co/3WAk4ox2w5
"I don’t have to earn every beautiful thing I get to witness. Sometimes a tree is just a tree, and sometimes I’m just glad to still be here to see it."
https://t.co/mgIJ8BuLig
Submissions are always open at The Itch!
Fiction, CNF, poetry, and your weird ones. Under 1,000 words.
We’re also looking for chapbook submissions! And November’s CONSUMED prize submissions! Send us something.
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Hey, I've got a piece of short fiction in the new issue of Anti-Heroin Chic. It's the first prose piece I've published in a while. It's about North Beach. And the human condition. And art. And love. And death. Or something.
https://t.co/oiGVdyMPYy
Friends, may we be such a place. Our submissions are open. Lay down what you've been carrying awhile and tell us about where it all comes from.
https://t.co/x9XTrhrhct
Everyone's carrying something, fighting inside wars you can't always see at first glance. My God, why wouldn't you help to steady another when you see em bout to fall? Some are scared that another's pain is contagious. It ain't. But it sure needs a witness...
"It’s not that you can’t have what you want, it’s that you don’t know
how to hold it. You’re given a waterfall & you hang
onto the drought in your throat
because you can’t
cup your hands...
it’s too hot, it’s too cold. Baby, you can’t handle just right"
https://t.co/wo3yDDQYUg
We're nominating for @MonarchQLA, & since not every LGBTQ+ person prefers to keep their identity in their bio, we wish not to leave you out of our shortlist.
If you're queer, trans, or gender variant, and if we've published you between July 1, 2025 & June 30, 2026, let us know!
"If that night he leaned into
the oak’s rough bark
and looked up, I’m thankful
for the stars, for the tree,
for whatever witnesses
a light going dark."
https://t.co/7cRIAtWmZt