What would happen if you dreamed a new life and moved away from the old? Find out —read “Something,” @nickdmytrow.bsky.social ‘s first published work of fiction!
TRossi (she/her)
“*You’re funny*, said Beatrice. Her ex-boyfriend was dull and didn’t like to joke.
*You’re beautiful*, said the ant. *Like a flower.*”
@noramaynard.bsky.social in @variantlit.bsky.social variantlit.com/the-peony-ant/
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In a different world, our feed would be full of art and beauty, like @kplumhoff.bsky.social ‘s illuminating spark. Read it and catch the light!
Can’t say enough about this gorgeous story!
Lessons in how to love another, rendered exquisitely by Joseph Randolph.
Empathy is at the heart of this devastating flash from N. D. Stone.
Huge congratulations Ben Kline! It Was Never Supposed To Be is the 2026 Lambda Literary Award Winner for Gay Poetry!! @benkline.bsky.social
“A bottle slides just enough to break the pattern when his sleeve catches it, and he stills it with two fingers like it is fragile, like it contains the part of his brother that might still be reachable."
from Micro Series by Joseph Randolph
variantlit.com/micro-joseph...
“They’re Irish, the others…. They pull up quietly, disrobe, and walk the sloped path right into the ocean…. Like stepping into their showers, they do this. He’s not sure if that makes them more crazy or less.”
Read all of “Something” by @nickdmytrow.bsky.social in @variantlit.bsky.social Issue 23.
Pat Foran
“A bottle slides just enough to break the pattern when his sleeve catches it, and he stills it with two fingers like it is fragile, like it contains the part of his brother that might still be reachable."
from Micro Series by Joseph Randolph
variantlit.com/micro-joseph...
Variant Literature
Variant Literature
"Around town, they called the factory Mother. Mother had a hundred divisions. Sometimes, when Yvette came home after a shift, her breath smelled like metal. Smelled like the opaque white plumes from the incinerators and the agitating spaces."
Read "Exposure" by David Ryan
variantlit.com/exposure/
"Truth is, I don’t go outside anymore. Don’t open my door. My mother’s wallet lies empty on the table like a gutted fish. I found it on our welcome mat, still warm from her hand when they took her."
Read "The Hollow" by N.D. Stone
variantlit.com/the-hollow/
