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How Cold the Morning, How Heavy the Waltz was the first story I wrote after my son died. It’s in my flash collection Songs from the Blimp Ruins, published by Silverbacked Punk. Here's a clip of me reading the story: www.youtube.com/watch?v=8swh... The book is available here: shorturl.at/0rZqb

A fine essay for October. zinagomezliss.substack.com/p/on-the-sil...

Congrats to all the nominees 🥳 🎉 🎊 Esp @rosaleenlynch.bsky.social & @quickasaflash.bsky.social my London flash buddies, and @erinbondo.com @debdanthewriter.bsky.social @nivenaudrey.bsky.social @robwaltonwriter.bsky.social @sfreligh.bsky.social @dawnwriter.bsky.social @marthawrites.bsky.social

Here's a new story, in the amazing new 10th Anniversary issue of Ghost Parachute. Thanks to @brettpribble.bsky.social, @genevievetyrrell.bsky.social, etc., for curating me into this edition, and to my pal, @courtneyb77.bsky.social, for providing this wonderful art.

“... it’s true that after her kid died, Rita got a little funny. Everyone said so.”

“... what Rita wants is to remember, remember everything. That grief can be endless as infinity.”

@sfreligh.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute ghostparachute.com/issue/octobe...

Read "We Buy a Magnet at Every Stop to Prove We Really Left" written by @lauriemmarshall.bsky.social and illustrated by @brooksiesbooks.bsky.social.

"The low fuel light blinks on as we pull into a Walmart gas station and I feel the tension in the car ease."

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