Unbroken is an online journal of prose poetry and haibun, co-edited by Howie Good and Dale Wisely. Founding editor @rlblackauthor
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Our former EIC @rlblackauthor is leading a fundraiser to help a friend with a medical crisis. It would mean a lot to us if you could take some time to read and share and donate if you're able! https://t.co/TUrz4iRtlT
We are incredibly psyched to announce that our 9.1 LitMag has arrived. Thank you to all our contributors and editors. Our first translation issue. W/ <3 bateau/barco/barca/barcă
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Thank you for reading one of my very rare prose poems - "This Legion of Edges." It recently appeared in the Issue 23 of @UnbrokenJournal. And thanks to @blackboughpoems for this community building effort and @midwesternskirt for hosting #TopTweetTuesday
https://t.co/T6HcwFBOgg
ICYMI: Issue 23 is LIVE!!
Thank you for all the love the last couple of days. We’re so excited for this issue to be passed along to all of it’s readers and are honored to be the home for so much amazing writing! ❤️
https://t.co/e9fCerwQ00
"..he wobbled up the steps of our development, because that is what we called the place we lived, a 'development,' which, as you know, is also.."
"..entirely and simply.."
it could be a song, like that threnody
this by @swellspoken in @UnbrokenJournal https://t.co/VDKPBCpZGU
"Now it does nothing more than follow its own point through anything offered and still hopes to find its missing half on the other side of everything."
@LeePottsPoet in @UnbrokenJournal https://t.co/pFALnVW6b3
ICYMI: Issue 23 is LIVE!!
Thank you for all the love the last couple of days. We’re so excited for this issue to be passed along to all of it’s readers and are honored to be the home for so much amazing writing! ❤️
https://t.co/e9fCerwQ00
@UnbrokenJournal "Sometimes I go to where giant seashells hold humans to their ears." Oh, the dive into imagination. Thrilling! And I have a new respect for Splenda
"My mother holds me on her hip in a cornfield. Though I can't see her feet, she must be standing on stubble, or between the rows of stubble where the earth will be dry."
@CarlaPanciera in @UnbrokenJournal
"Let’s call this the summer of social suicide when I thirst for something that has no name but surely has an address."
@samueljfox in @UnbrokenJournal:
https://t.co/qAfQh6qWWM
"He was the kind of lover with facial hair, and when he was being thoughtful, he would lift his hand and touch the facial hair."
@NicoleLooped with three killer poems in @UnbrokenJournal:
https://t.co/7iGsBGReHI