Full House Literary

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Poetry, prose, art. Submit it.

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@fullhouselitmag.bsky.social

Up for a challenge? I want to read tiny poems / flash pieces / art pieces / hybrid pieces, all on the theme of 'drifting'. These are very short submission windows, with a quick turnaround, that accept a small number of pieces.

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Daniel Naawenkangua Abukuri I Want Diane Seuss to Teach Me How to Become a Man congratulations: Daniel's collection, Son in a Wild God’s Arms, has been picked up by University Press of Kentucky.

I Want Diane Seuss to Teach Me How to Become a Man after Diane Seuss’s “Romantic Poet” by Daniel Naawenkangua Abukuri I cherish the boys who cry in parking lots, who lean against dented Hondas holding their faces. I love the boys who apologize to stray cats after scaring them away. The ones who carry flowers badly, stems bent in their sweating fists. But mostly, let’s be honest, I like Diane Seuss for the way she makes ruin sit down beside beauty without either one pretending. Ostensibly, becoming a man is less about hardening and more about surviving softness. Don’t laugh. I grew up believing manhood was a locked jaw, a fist through drywall, a silence thick as wet cement. But Diane Seuss writes men like weathered barns still standing after years of snow and bad harvest. She lets them ache openly. Lets them fail magnificently. Lets them drink coffee at midnight while admitting they are lonely. And inside my own body, under the borrowed swagger, under the deep voice I practice on buses, there is a small frightened animal wanting permission to stay gentle.
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